be brave little one

im having a hard time being around most people right now.

"Today, my cat was in the bathroom with me. I was getting undressed to get into the shower. My cat looked at me after I undressed and then proceeded to throw up all over the rug. FML"

ive fallen victim to how funny this website is.

i liked this when it was taken

if i want to say something to you, is it okay to post it in a way youd get?

can you do it too?

i dont want to be a stage
i dont want to be a phase
i just wanted to be a friend


tomorrow im going into the garage and digging out my bike
im gunna buy her some beautiful fenders
.
i think im done blogging for a couple days


im pushing myself away. i'll bring back all the stuff.

if i just walked the other way i wouldnt even see
"when you move in right up close to me."
i have to follow through though
mint oreo and cookie dough.
i miss you.

damnit.

if you think you can outsmart your phone, the internet, youtube and document formatting on your computer forget it. your not that smart.

crumbs

ive read inspirations
ive watched after the crash
ive watched dont look back
im reading chronicles
i have his mojo book
OMG OMG OMG OMG
i need the book
"keys to the rain"
NOW!

im seriously over saturated with bob dylan info.
and i want more.

his eyes mightve tired but he'd always be the one who sang girl from the north country and made me cry.

i dont think its to late for a bike ride.
im seriously gunna get fat.
honestly i dont know whats wrong with me
all i want to do is eat genoa slami and ice cream.
FAT MONSTER
and then i just lay in bed all day and look at the stye that is my room
its seriously REVOLTING.
i layed in bed today and read about him for hours. im almost done the book now, its so weird. he was really just a fed up family man during john wesley harding years and new morning. i feel like im a fed something. not family man persay.

oh lets recap this convo

"H can you open the door"
"yeah...sorry i was burning candles"
"and smoking"
"no"
"whats all the smell?"
"i blew them out like 3 times"
"why"

mutha fkah. this post is OVER. im gunna go fill my trough with vegtables..and NOT ice cream and salami.

oh and i found out you lied man, not cool. so many things push me away.

the bike the bike.

i like these a little.










there would be a little more but my computers being suprah slow.
i read some of the most amazing BD info today from chronicles. WOW WOW WOW.
wow.
must get some stuff done. like receiving a real pay check

note to self: "Helene, you dont have mono dear, now get out of your bed and clean your god forsaken room, its simply atrocious."

i biked on your bike.

biking is sparky and makes me feel alive.

tangled up in blue just reminds me of blue boy.
we always sing the same part over and over





"wondrin if shed changed at all
if her hair was still red.
her folks they said our lives together
sure was gonna be rough
they never did like mamas homemade dress
papas bankbook wasnt big enough.
and I was standin on the side of the road.."

it is your birthday.

i worked.
i made cupcakes.
i want to take a bath.
i dont really want to see anyone except my family.
there was nothing in me to throw up.


hface.
i almost called you today.

probably one of the most stunning women ever.

our memory.

Sinead O'Connor

first time it didnt
second time it didnt

later on, this chills me.



Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to callAnd here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

they're stuck.

chissakes.

you walked in the rain

and came to my door.

i put them in a jar

and now they're stuck

dry and dead.

this is post 112.

this is post 112 line 2

dont rip it.

i will busy myself.
i moved the computer
im moving my bed.
i need changes inside and out.
i will make them
today was a day of bad luck in threes...

picture yourself in a boat on river
with tangerine trees and marmalade skies
somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
a girl with kaleidoscope eyes

hface

maybe it wasnt fair to say
but im trying to be honest
yeah, i agree, its all those little things
and getting into your thoughts
and i still wish you were the hugging type
but i wont change you
wait.

im fasting tomorrow.

tea and water for me.

went to gmas

home from gmas

WIZARD! i'll take two tricks.

gmah says: " you're just for the birds"

helene says: " rosiee...."

rosie says: " i knew you were gunna say something"

sew sew sew

made that.

gmah says: " here are the DVD instructions, and you MUST follow them."

cupcakes!

whats to miss?

lots.

i got away with murder that week.

tapes records videos photos things from the farm

AMBUSH. home.

a side note...i think my grandmother is the only person in the whole world that knows next to nothing about Bob Dylan, hates cats and thinks im insane that i genuinly can stand, enough to love.

cowboy boots in a crawlspace.

im done im FKN done

i understand the circle game, but that doesnt mean i like it

hfaces lonely heart club. we all take our turns.

yesterday a child came out to wonder
caught a dragonfly inside a jar
fearful when the sky is full of thunder
and tearful at the falling of a star

and the seasons they go round and round
and the painted ponies go up and down
we're captive on a carousel of time
we cant return
we can only look
behind from where we came
and go round and round and round in the cirlce game..

then the child moved ten times round the seasons
skated over ten clear frozen streams
words like, when youre older, must appease him
and promises of someday make his dreams

not adressed to bob dylan

f you and looking beautiful when you smoke

fking christ

well its not making sense

im making CENTS finally

its like those eyes burn through me.

and you know about me

and i didnt tell you

oh and fuck phone calling you.

yeah!

"FORGET ABOUT IT!" - squints

“ Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. "

- Neil Gaiman


i stole this..from anaaaaaaaa
but it hit.

uhm. i hate work.

i also cant color this drawing cus i know it'll get wrecked....
fk sakes dont yell at me.

you just really set it in stone. congrats.

everyone has a little bastard in them

some more than others.