Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Get me out of here.

I don't want to stand out. I'm just me. In fact I'd rather blend in.

Without gravity, there would be no direction.

You keep my feet on the ground. Without you I'd be flying all over the place with no destination in mind, until my wings were too frail to fly, and I'd plummet somewhere that wouldn't feel right. You make my sleep alright. You make me smile all night.

Tonight I lined rows of crackers on a plate and melted shredded cheese over them. It reminded me of being with you.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Dreams are for sleeping.

Don't waste your time sitting around and dreaming about what you could do. Just do it. It's better to strive for your dreams than to sit and wish that they could happen, or else they'll never happen.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

I wish I could hold your hand.

You may be miles away, but I always feel like you're right beside me. One day, every day will be sunny.

Every action is a catalyst for something.

Every action you make is like planting a seed. From every action we make, something will grow. If you plant a watermelon seed, you'll grow a watermelon. If you plant a dandelion seed, you'll get a dandelion. Sometimes you intend to grow a daisy, but when the plant grows it's a thorny bush, because you planted the wrong seed. These are mistakes. Sometimes you grow weeds. These are vices. Sometimes we plant roses, love. Ultimately we plant our own seeds, so always look at the seed in your hand, before you plant it. If you don't want a weed, then don't plant one. If you want lots of daisies, then plant a lot of them. And water them.

Nobody hides from time.

I've come to appreciate everything I have so much more. But I can't hold back these lumps in my throat. I constantly feel like I want to cry. It's not fair. Why did this have to happen. Why now.

My life changes so much from here. I have no choice but to grow up.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Respect, understanding, empathy: Give all that you have and demand nothing less in return.

I remembered that life is what you make it. I'm going to work my ass off in school and I'm going to love every minute of it. I came here to pursue my dreams and I'm not giving up. For anything in the world. My whole life all I've done is throw away my dreams. This time I'm going to cherish them. I've never told anyone to give up on a dream, I always tell them to keep working towards it and for once I need to take my own advice. I deserve this.

Never expect to gain what you don't put out in the world.
I'm going to put out a whole lot of love and smiles :)

and watch my world fall back together.
Because that is simply what it takes.
Strength of mind, love and compassion.

As long as you want it with your whole heart, it can happen and be real.

My heart is all in. In everything that I love and do.

Sadness, you will never own my heart. My mind is too strong.


I need to find the strength to smile and be positive again.
At one point I was always positive and always smiling.
And nothing stopped me from being positive no matter how bad it was.
I need this strength back. Or I'm only going to continue withering.

Sunday, November 14, 2010


Depression is my best friend. It never fails to visit.
I don't know how to fight this stupid thing off anymore.
I just need someone to talk to.

Dark room.

The blackness of this room engulfs me.
Its silence scares me.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Salt, pepper, candy hearts.

I will always love.
I will always skate.
I will always give hugs.
I will always learn.
I will always travel.
I will always dream.
I will always evolve.

I am always me and that's how I'm always gunna be.

Just live life.

I'm gunna play in the snow and take hyphy photos and juice every rad moment out of every minute in my life. I don't give a fuck. Stress can kiss my ass. I'm unstoppable.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Sometimes it only takes a drop of water to quench a thirst.

My day was dim. My day was grey. But the light of your face, blew all my clouds away.

Project Organize.

In the dimness of this homework tunnel, is a sparkling bright light at the end, and it consists of a sick pad I can call my home, a studio moulded by my hands, bright city lights out my window, having friends over for brews and skate vids over rad home made meals, hyphy beats and dancing on the balcony, eating lunch at every interesting spot downtown, walks on the beach, catching every good movie, and ending all nights in warm arms.

Monday, November 8, 2010

The moon won't let me sleep.

I need the lullaby of your arms.


If only each day had 24 more hours, and life 100 more years.

Saturday, November 6, 2010



Tuesday, November 2, 2010


Make mistakes. Learn. Evolve.

No mo midterms.

I have the freedom to think, and write again.