Zebadiah

sometimes yu jst need to lay in the grass and smoke a cigarette and listen to rachmaninov's recording of his own piano concerto, like after seeing a movie yu decided to forget when yu were almost 15

paint me any color yu like:)

i too was once almost 13 and had a suicide note and talked about dying trees

draw me april

praying to the Mother today asking if she can tell me my name

something so precise and exact as placing a hand on a window pane looking into a shop not only that you could never afford, but also something you would never want

thinking about being almost 15

someone told me once my hands are good for only a few things

remembering is a funny thing

if my fuckass finger would heal i could actually do something i wanted to but god forbid i ever do anything i really want to somewhere in his will when he died or something.

counting on one hand my words spoke aloud

crown of thorns, jack of diamonds, lucky penny (1943)

so does anyone have a crawl space i can live in or what

one of my favorite feelings is when i look in the mirror too long and stop recognizing what i tell myself i look like

girls are like brown sugar and honey and boys are like white sugar and