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The Governors Ball was amazing. Our love of music drove us to an insane point of unity. 

Off to the Governors Ball.

It’s consuming me. 

I’ll take your brain to another dimension.

Twirl Into Madness

No one but you can somewhat understand, the destructive soul I’ve become; the destructive soul I am. Please don’t try to save me, just try to understand.

The Plenilune Witch.
The Plenilune Witch.

The Plenilune Witch.

 I just got in from my best night of the year so far. And I’m trying keep my high and not think too much about the meeting I have to be awake in the next two hours for. It’s obviously not working. I’m soo tired.

“Listen To The Warm” by Rod Mckuen

   ”I live alone. It hasn’t always been this way. It’s nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt in. It proves you’re still alive. I’m not sure what it means, why we cannot shake old loves from our minds. It must be that we build on memory and make them more than what they were. And is the manufacture just a safe device for closing up the wall? I do remember. The only fuzzy circumstances is sometime where and how. Why, I know. It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.”

I am a vessel of possibility,                                                                
Bearer of the perpetual heart.                                                                          
Anything can happen.                                                                  
Everything will happen.                                                                    
And things will never be the same.

I am a vessel of possibility,                                                                

Bearer of the perpetual heart.                                                                          

Anything can happen.                                                                  

Everything will happen.                                                                    

And things will never be the same.

Vous ne revez pas.

“I’m Waiting For You.”  - The things the heart whispers at night can drive a person mad. Last night it whispered nostalgic words; tearing open a healing wound. And instead of letting it eat me alive, I created this.

  I am currently reading Call Me By Your Name” by André Aciman. Actually I’m currently reading this one passage from it. Ever since I got to this page while on the train earlier today, I’ve been reading it over and over again, hoping a moment like this occurs soon and liberate me from melancholy.

 I am too timid for New York. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always went about things in a very timid manner, believing this was a trait of a good person. When in truth it’s the dominate trait in an invisible person. And I’m tired of playing the Little Ghost.

  I kind of quit my job today, because I knew if I stayed any longer I would have mutilate my boss. I was pretty bummed out about it until I got home and found this.

 Thank you, Kylie! You saved the day!