Reblogged from blacksheepboy-
My Life on a Dirt Road
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world" -Mahatma Gandhi
Tear me down with your every word
Break my soul and watch me drown
I will be back in rare form
You will see me rising from the ground
A zombie of my former self
I get stronger every day
The time to rise is coming soon.
1.) I’m a redhead.
2.) I have two toes on each foot that appear to be webbed.
3.) I have no tonsils.
4.) I play at being an artist.
5.) I am lonely.
1.) Peanut butter and pimiento cheese sandwiches.
2.) Japanese metal bands.
3.) Drag queens.
4.) Making my life into a comic strip.
5.) Body modification.
In response to a tumbler_bot challenge
“Sure, I’d be glad to help, but I gotta warn you- it would divert precious energy from my efforts to not fucking kill you.”
“Sometimes I wish you’d come back and say you still loved me.” I read this on some random lady’s dailybooth.com account. It stuck in my throat because right then and there I connected to her. I understood how she felt. The pangs of agony and the uncertainty of all of this. I am terrified. The very possibility of “never again” is unthinkable. I am crushed under the weight of all this, struggling to keep my head above the waves, never knowing when something will come up from the depths and take me back to the bottom. I love you with everything that I am, I am fighting. I am alone. She feels all this as well. I am one of many who are alone in this. But in some twisted way, we all have each other.
This is one of the most interesting trees I’ve photographed. It looks like it’s a woman dancing. If you look at it just right, you can see a face.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
My earliest human memory is of lying in the grass of my backyard and looking up at the sky and thinking how vast and intangible it was. It used to be such a deep blue all of the time, not washed out like it is now.
