see lions

see lions


One thing I never understood was seeing people on Facebook type, “I should of (insert verb).” That doesn’t EVEN make sense. I understand it sounds like the phrase you’re saying, but if you literally thought about it for a second you’d realize that it is indeed, “SHOULD’VE.”

Struggling Faith

When your perception of
God the Father
is based on
Father the failure
you can’t help but struggle
in your faith.

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

D. W. Winnicott (via pubertad)

Me right now.

(via shishibaby)

When // Will?

when 4 am is my average bedtime
when I wake up numb
when I’m afraid to fall asleep
when I’m afraid to eat
when I’m afraid to work
when I’m afraid to be afraid
when I’m afraid to keep living

will you be my circadian rhythm
will you be my sensation
will you be my serotonin
will you be my IV
will you be my paycheck
will you be my courage
will you be my hope?

««Trying to record music while someone is mowing the lawn



Esperanza Spalding

Well well well. 

Insomnia, we meet again.


p!@td - sarah smiles

this was requested like a month ago. sorry i just recorded it yesterday :/ and also sorry for screaming at the end. and the faces haha. 

Music is the most intoxicating yet frustrating thing ever.



Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys; The left ear comes in a few seconds before the right ear, causing a layered effect.

Listen to more of my stuff here.

Download it here.

Listen to this with headphones! It sounds crazy. 

Wow. Listen with headphones. This gives me ideas maybe.

Still trying to figure out how to use my vocal chords.

I should be working on my research proposal but I’m losing my mind.

My Pearl.


I found you
like a diver
plunging his whole life
finally finds the purest pearl
and makes his way back up to the surface
almost forgetting to hold his breath.

Poor and Hungry.


I wish I had money to buy food
looking up recipes
and get-rick-quick schemes
wallet and stomach still empty.


Anti-social Moth


I’ve lost the ability to connect
I’m the awkward, anti-social moth
imagine the frustration I feel
when no one knows the heart you’ve got.