Friday, August 31, 2012


Well I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy
Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to:
Blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene.

Daughter, Candles.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

MY BODY TELLS ME "NO"
BUT I WONT QUIT
CAUSE I WANT MORE.

Monday, August 6, 2012

It's official, I'm obsessed with Chelsea Wolfe. 
She's going to be performing at The Echo on September 14.
Great way to bring in the two-oh, I'd say so.

They make me melt. 

Friday, August 3, 2012



“They slipped briskly into an intimacy 
from which they never recovered.” 
- F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Take your hands off him
Cause he's the only one 
That I have ever loved. 

Thursday, August 2, 2012

He shed tears in front of me tonight.
"It feels like I'm being stabbed right in the heart every-time I try to tell you."
I don't think an "I love you" will ever mean the same after this. 

And on the seventh day God said, "Let there be thrift-stores."
And every-other seventh day, I thank Him.