December 2011
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I AM NOT OKAY
But happy new year everyone. Partyin tonight with my class, whatevs
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i feel morally obligated to wear sequins tonight
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A third the cheerleading team at my school is preggo, another 3rd smoke and drink, and the other 3rd hit both HA
I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I’m young
Bucket list so far
• live in Alaska through the dark and light periods
• open an exhibition in New York
• ski Tuckerman’s
• write a New York Time’s Bestseller
• see Jason deCaires Taylor: sculpture submerged
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom...”
– Anaïs Nin (via matrem)
“Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts,...”
– Paulo Coelho (via melizzaaratan)
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It’s december and I’m lonely
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There is a boy. He’s comical and keene, outrageous and nieve and he has the most beautiful smile. His lips are my creation and his movements my music. He sings to me when I’m sleeping and talks to me just the same.
Lavendier Myers, ladies and gentlemen
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Retrospect
So I finished a painting last night. It’s kind of disturbing, like in expressionist style. It’s of a man staring straight ahead, his mouth in a twisted form and his eyes completely blank, insinuating he’s blind or something of the sort. It started as a self portrait, but morphed and changed into something that really truly frightens me. It makes me think that because my body...
“A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears.”
– Gertrude Stein
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