andy warhol, you were an asshole. but i fell in love with the things you said.

you've always had that wrong about me.
i really am this shallow.

remember that no matter how hard you try, there is always going to be the sense that you missed something. that collapsed feeling under you skin, that you didn't experience anything at all. that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should have been paying atten the most, taking it all in. get used to that feeling. that's what your whole life will feel like someday. this is all just practice, none of this matters. we're just warming up. and if death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? or speed up?

happy birthday david ^^

when i counted up all my demons
i saw there was one for everyday

i was reading the vogue magazine i bought in france tonight, and i picked up on a theme that made me form the theory: anyone who takes their top off, can be a model.

so, can i be a model now?

run, run, run away
lost, lost, lost my mind

i'm trying to teach myself how to braid, and usually end up with strange outcomes, such as this one. i'm starting to worry now, about not having enough time to do everything i want to. i need more time to prepare, but i can't figure out where to find it. imagine, that one of the treasures in the ocean was a bottle of time. i'd surely like the map, please.