This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
-actually got pissed that I called my grandmother in the hospital because then she was too tired to talk to my mother when she called
- refers to my grandma as ‘my mother’ to show me that she was there first therefore loves her more
- became upset with me because I was crying about my grandmother
- she is a redhead.
“For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens. Not one of us is intact, and yet we have in us all the continents and the seas between the continents and the birds of the air. We are going to put it down — the evolution of this world which has died but which has not been buried.”- Henry Miller
and you can automatically see a video because of it. I just heard that song. I’m going to work on that video.
Inspiration has been practically punching me in the face lately.
totally! when I was younger my family and I would drive to the beach (a 2 hour drive) and we would listen to random songs and I would imagine what type of video would play along to it. I still like to do this on the bus with my ipod.
dreamweaver:caosconqueso:blinkerbeat:
MENTIRA?
MENTIRA?
MENTIRA?
THIS IS HEAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENo_o
is this real life?
Uh, Kay?
shit. I just shit my pants… holy shit