you are beautiful.

Nyc. 2012

Have you ever had writer’s block so bad it seems to take control of your life? Constantly being held back from getting your feelings written down on paper or even just out in the open through words. The thoughts make sense until you try to fit the pieces together and it’s super fucking confusing. My life is filled with half written passages, half colored pages, half finished tasks, half built relationships, and a block in which they’re stored. A block that gets heavier and heavier as I try to carry it on my shoulders. A block I cannot seem to get around. A block so large, it may as well crush me under it’s weight so I no longer have to bare the burden of trying to break through a block that is so stuck; I need a mental jackhammer to crack it.