Amandaaholic - Rae Of Sunshine

You will never find peace in me When you long for the touch of someone else’s Fingers slipping and sliding throughout your veins Riding on the tides that turned

Washed out, my eyes be closed Since whenever you stopped looking at me the same And there’s no one to blame But myself for misguided actions Like kissing scars and running with wolves With the moon on my mind I fake my breaking smile Sweet mistake, stay a while

you severely underestimate my apathy - Wednesday Addams

please don’t let me give up please don’t let me give in i know i say things and i think things and my mind has more personalities than a reality show and sometimes i don’t know what i mean and sometimes i don’t know what i want

but something is creeping up on my shoulder with long, boney black nails and the shadow hand grabs the next it’s pulling me slightly just enough to make me bleed

but i won’t dip my wrist but i don’t know how it will go it takes a hold of my tongue it changed the scenery in the room with weights in my hands i turn automatic mixing and fixing all the little things nine to five or two whatever the time is i can’t keep up with the seconds as i chase them my knees shake and break i don’t know how much more of this i can take

i don’t know how much more of this i’m willing to take till i shake out of this feeling and slip into something soft and silky and red hot because it’s easier when my insides are set on fire to walk in a world of smoke and mirrors

and shadows and skeletons hiding in the deep that think collarbones are just an accessory and necessity and when i get close to you you’ll grab me by the hand with my other full of heavy drink and pull me under

but it takes all of me to just stay out of the water because my face turned to red from drinking all that deadwater wish i was stronger but i fear all i’ll ever be is the ugly stepdaughter

and when the last shoe doesn’t fit where will i be when it all comes crashing down around me where will i be

She was the last piece I bought, since the cops took all the others. But she's by far my favourite bowl. Her name is Sydney Elizabeth. And so I put Holy Ghost! (my favourite band) on repeat and sucked my stash dry with Syd.

Fun hangs with peanutbutterlung at Rope Mill yesterday.

Manic Mantra

What’s that Hungry Ghost in your head saying now? To let it all out, to scream and shout In silence and on beaten paper with colours of expression And perception Of sight that’s just right outside your comfort zone You could have never known how much I’ve grown Until I look deep in the crowd with understanding shown

Running away and cheating the price to pay Was always easy when I didn’t want to stay Because I’d rather be chasing the millions of spectrums And open doors in every dimension To the venom in my crystal veins fleeting so stray From the clusterfuck of an array Of bright lights and hushed sounds To lucent colours and wavelengths that surround You and I forever bound.

This is from months ago, but it was one of my more recent trips. We watched Crystal Fairy and the Magic Cactus.

Like a true nature’s child, we were born. Born to be wild.

This is my latest drawing that started as a self portrait, and went on a journey of its own.

The phone screen is the lamp… and we are all moths.

My man is so artistic.