either your intentions are not your words or your words are not your intention if i had to pin down its cause, i’d call it divine intervention. you strip down the meaning, meaning you mean every mean word proposing not a ring, but a prospect unheard. but i am divisible, i am neon electric i am ADH-bi-polar schizophrenic eclectic. i was aching for my muse, for a change in rhyme scheme scene for the finally-found, homeward bound, set myself free. see, this is no mantra, no calling for least resistance; a revolution of heart can only come with self-persistence. so if to love and lose is only to live life, and living doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re alive, then where is truth and beauty in the muck of your revolution? this cyber-space, digi-faced artificial solution? when will the degradation finally catch your attention? ‘cause either your intentions are not your words or your words are not your intention.
I really like your hair! How do you style it? I'm planning on cutting my hair in a similar style but I'm afraid to do so because my hair's really thin.
why thank you! (: when i first cut my hair i asked for a kind of dramatic a-line, but now it’s evenly layered all around ‘cause i’m trying to grow it out. in terms of styling, i pretty much just blowdry it upside down after i shower. i think i’d look cute on you! though i’m not gonna lie, you’ll hella miss your long hair afterward.
this is a poem i wrote on @johntolentino's arm sophomore year.
This is ink This is skin This is a scrawling Of a psyche This is flesh that Burns within This city is burning This horizon line Gives in To a sad sorry Sky Crying scarlet Skin This is a Flurry of light This is Manifestation This is your Twisted mind Searching for Redemption This is ink This is skin You’ve been searching For your fate When along It was within