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Anonymous asked: do you live in nashville?

i am a bit of a gypsy…
but i did arrive in nashville a couple of weeks ago from zombie infested miami living with a mr. dj domestic violence whom i lived in new york with as well… my next move is cali. without the devil in flesh this time.

ijocif asked: That was beautiful. I really enjoy your outlook.

:) eyeslikeyou

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(zg)

ijocif asked: hi. you're beautiful. no question here.

hello. thank you kindly. i feel the greater your capacity for love, the more beauty you find in the world and the more beautiful you become as well…

There is a certain beauty in poverty, loss, and desolation. There is a certain strength and grandeur in suffering. Grays, storms, ruins, age, are powerful subjects for a painting. Even a dump heap can evoke admiration.
–Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself

F/ONA APPLE
RYMAN AUDITORIUM
J U L Y 13

A L A N
W A T T S
(through a glass darkly)

"I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

maya angelou

they promised dreams can come true-but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too. -zg

“You have killed my love.

You used to stir my imagination.
Now you don’t even stir my curiosity.

You simply produce no effect.

I loved you because you were marvelous,
because you had genius and intellect,
because you realized the dreams of great poets
and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art.

You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid.”

Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

-Pablo Neruda

And you bring me to my knees, again. All this time that I could beg you please, in vain. All the times that I felt insecure, for you and I leave my burdens at the door. All this time that I felt like this won’t end (It’s for you)
And I taste what I could never have (Was from you)
All those times that I tried my intentions full of pride and I waste more time than anyone. All the times that I cried. All this wasting it’s all inside. And I feel all this pain stuffed it down…It’s back again. And I lie here in bed (All alone) I cant mend but I feel…
Tomorrow will be okay…
I’m on the outside . I’m looking in. I can see through you see your true colors. Inside you’re ugly (Ugly like me) I can see through you. See to the real you.

((before you break out of prison you must first realize you are locked up))

(youknovvvvhouR)

You’re pulling out your teeth and I’m the Novocaine you pump in your cheek.
That’s why I’m still around, you’ve got blood running down your chin.
But you suffered peacefully.

He was a termite eating away at my roots. I was just a lost soul who needed a home I was filling a void with you.

And I can’t, can’t wait
Till you’ve see see seen
What death and disgust
Have done to me
And I spent three years wishing
For two things,
-That one day you’d break
and I’d get to see
how all the choices you’ve made
would drive you insane
-I wish we never met

As angry as I sound that’s just the way I cover up, the way I feel.
I’ve been that way for years and years
Slave to broken hearts and sex appeal.