re-use them jeans gurl!

Cutting 22 inches of jean fabric is the best thing that i've ever done to my clothes. Especially to my oversized baggy, ghetto-like levi jeans that i only wore once. So, i decided to cut cut cut and cut!

i made it to a ripped jean short, uggh work of art!

so heyy!!
that's my contribution to mother earth! kay, happy day-light savings day!

my favorite poem

This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold God i love this poem. the imagery  and the whole situation about commanding forgiveness after doing something that you gave you so much pleasure and guilt.  Goodnight! -Raych

YET ANOTHER DECREE!!!

this blog is now officially PUBLIC. meaning...

• nada barriers.
• no desires (maybe a lil) (reading this article by effingdykes was my inspiration. story of my life, kind of thing.) (oh and i have a lil black of secrets aka MOLESKINE for my PEELINGS!!!)
• experiences that are uncut, uncensored, BUT maybe a lil' exaggerated.
• nothing to be ashamed about and hide from...

1. friends (not that i want you to see this, if i have secrets, isn't it a better idea to literally TALK to you guys, i mean if we that tight, aight?)
2. coworkers. (stalk away)
3. anons (my faves)
4. parents, just kidding... no effing way.

i think it's about time i take things a bit more seriously. it's Business Time!

vague post is vague

due to certain embarrassing circumstances, i believe a new rule should be established.

• this is not a journal.
• if i wanna talk to about my feelings 

1. I THINK i have friends. random strangers in the interweb jk.
2. type my feelings away then delete/make it private.

the end.

thank god i now have a moleskine notebook to vent my feelings to, not that i want to deprive anyone of my feelings :)

a picture of me and my new bff (+ my bros)

now all i need is a cup of coffee.

giving up? there's probably a song about that.

So haven't i told anybody how amazing Ingrid Michaelson? well she is. Porque me gusta?
1. she sings my sorrows away.
2. 99% percent of what she sings defines my life.
3. i'm a sap for sappy love songs.

Shackles

obsessive and possessive
chocking the small veins of my hands
pulling and stretching
bones and ligaments until it reaches to a painful end.

This much power over my body
slowly, i catch sight of conspicuous bones and spurts of blood.
Despite the agonizing tear of my bones
i continue on.

These shackles are unforgiving
for when i ask
when will you cease to end?
It does not tell me,
and so i continue on.

At this moment,
the torture is unbearable,
worse than the second before,
but i continue to resist,
for i am farther from where i was before.