complications.

billyjane:

Monday Dali : Ballerina in a Death’s Head, 1939

What does this mean to you?

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fuckyeahwonderland:

Alice in Wonderland Cookies | by Bakingdom

Yummm

meh.

life sometimes— is unbelievably frustrating.

1. grow some balls and determination.
2. get your shit together.
3. stop wasting time on bullshit and bullshit people.
4. don’t make plans twice in a week, when your real plans are to cancel them the days of.
5. fuck you.

and 6, I hate my job.

Je te laisserai des mots

peregrination:

Je te laisserai des mots
en sous de ta porte
en sous de la rue qui chante
tout près de la place où tes pieds passent
Caché dans le trou de tu y va
et quand tu es suele pendant
un instant
embrasse-moi
quand tu voudras
embrasse-moi
quand tu voudras

going to downtown to get some art supplies and just hang out with the family for a bit. Soooo excited. Today’s a good day.

this is going to be long.

I woke up at 12:38 today; after a series of strange dreams…which I could have sworn really happened. Then I woke up feeling all weird and entirely disoriented. I was in my room, but felt as if it weren’t my room. Very weird. I’ve come to reality now though, thankfully. Anyway, the dreams kind of just hopped back and fourth. I remember one of them being about my parents— my dad staring at this other lady, and my mother asking him what he was staring at and he said ‘her’. This upset my mother because it was obviously said in the intent of him cheating. And that’s when I told her, that she should start dating other men, because he wasn’t good for her anymore. I have a whole long history about this situation with my parents, too much to go into.

I remember the other dream was of me, just wandering. But I mean wandering my entire state. Walking on the high way, main roads, hidden roads, hills, under the day sky, under the twilight sky. I ran into a lot of colleges that were hidden away in the middle of no where, and I remember distinctly feeling out of place from all the students there. I ran into a lot of people, and I was looking for my way back home—I know that for certain, but all these people were too busy, or I could tell couldn’t help. Then I ran into a sort of main intersection, where I saw a gas station; I don’t remember what I did at the gas station, that’s a blur. But I then saw my father, who seemed quite mad (insanity related), in the middle of the intersection, holding this sign. I walked up to him and asked why he was doing what he was, and he smiled…maybe laughed…and gave me this really ridiculous excuse that I can’t remember.

I know I had more dreams, tons more…they didn’t let me sleep…they never do. Hence me waking up at almost 1 in the afternoon. Then I heard a baby bird squawking outside my window.

tonight’s final thought,

sucks that you’re an asshole.

Frankie and his good friend (who happens to be a zombie) Ernesto- from Argentina. They like to hold hands.

trying to finish my friend’s Alice in Wonderland mural on her gee-tar.

bigwideworldoutthere:

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mmm

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