the who of why

Yeah, it's just me, who am I kidding?

I’m actually so proud of this.

I’m actually so proud of this.

So there’s this really cute bunny hanging out with me…

Death watch

It’s been
five months
and you’re still hoping for a miracle
Bodies in the streets
and nobody’s got a cure
the children are dying
but they were dead all along
casualties of a war you didn’t know was going on

There are
no answers
to the questions being asked
you’ve got no reasons
for the fear and all the wrath
nobody’s listening and the screaming’s getting louder
but we turn up our music and dance a little harder

We’ve got
no cures
for the patients on the steps
tell them to “come in”
you can die under our watch
the nurses are standing with nothing left to do
until they, too, fall prey to life’s undoing.


There’s a
man falling
to the ground as we all watch
he’s got no reason
to be standing in the path
of this madness but he’s there,
says it’s a calling, and I’m scared
but what can we do?
just watch our stones keep rolling.

This. I am quite proud of this.

This. I am quite proud of this.

I just took a bunch of pics off my old computer, and this is one I took wayyy back of two of my kittens… Tigris and Euphrates. 

I just took a bunch of pics off my old computer, and this is one I took wayyy back of two of my kittens… Tigris and Euphrates. 

Why do I only feel pretty when I’m at home in bed?

Why do I only feel pretty when I’m at home in bed?

mocking bird

hush little baby don’t say a word

papa’s gonna buy you a mocking bird

and maybe that little birdie won’t sing

and maybe there won’t be any diamond rings

maybe it’ll stare at you from the shelf

and maybe you’ll have nightmares with no one to help

but if you just hush now, and don’t say a word

maybe, just maybe, you won’t get hurt.

maybe, just maybe papa will care

maybe your mama will stroke your hair

maybe someone will buy you a ring

maybe you’ll have reasons to sing

but only, only, if you don’t say a word

then papa will buy you that mocking bird.

and that bird will cry in the middle of the night

and that bird wants to fly but your hands are too tight

there’s nowhere outside to build it a nest

nowhere inside for its small head to rest

but hush little darling, and don’t say a word

your papa will buy you a mocking bird.

you know when you’re crying?

and it’s like, shit, I mean, crap, I wasn’t going to do this

It’s not a big deal

but it is 

I’ll get over it

And you will

but right now it’s just this crushing disappointment

you didn’t expect to have

and the knowledge that you’ve failed again

and maybe it’s just who you are

because all your life

failure is the one constant.

(I was never talking to you

this was always about me, my dear)

I’m panicking and its not a good feeling—
I don’t think I’ll do very well at this university thing.

I’m up late and I want to talk to somebody who doesn’t know what a failure I am.