Do you actually miss me, or do you miss the memories of we?

February 18th

I’m in love with literacy, art, and underground hip hop. 
So, today I’m going to Barnes and Noble, Michael’s, and Rasputins.

Couldn’t ask for a more perfect day.

February 18th

The Weeknd x Chi Duly - Balloons of Haus is a beauteous album. 

February 18th

I’m currently obsessed with beanies. #OOTD

February 18th

Motivation has struck my soul within, to strive every desire of aspirations of every molecule that sums up my mortal sanctuary. Two major key tools: An extensive, abstract mind and constructive hands. 

The last step; is to go out there make your ideas become reality. 

Stop dreaming and start achieving. 

February 17th

Note to self: Start a healthy diet, again. 

February 17th

Cataclysm Mishap

You left me misguided, but yet, my heart still ignited because of you, for you. The burst of butterflies have now turned into a burst of flames and I wish the spark of irritation within my heart would subside without the difficulty of feeling like I cannot live my life without you. To the unfortunate of the palpably, it evidently seems as if you are better off without me. Perhaps you are. To my likelihood, within realm of possibility, the speculation to your desire, my soul to your presence shall evaporate into infinitesimal modicums and remain into nothingness, as if my existence to a part of your life has been erased and it was all a dream. Nothing, but just a bewildering dream that seemed so real. I was just a ghost of your conscious and this reality of my individuality was completely fabricated, so you no longer have to anguish over me. 

February 17th

Caution Tape Bandaged Around the Malnourished Heart

Love struck, love sick. Clique drastic. 
Every passing second, she feels the intensity 
of her internal organs stacking ten pounds of solid bricks,
surrounding a barrier around her vascular organism,
pumping blood twice with every tick of the clock.

The affects of philophobia take advantage of her mind and corrupt her predisposition,
embarking her heart’s every desire in vain.
Taking interest has become more labyrinthine for any individual to achieve,
as if there’s no record for her feelings existing. 

And the phantom of her soul vanished in the foggy chelmaphilic night sky. 

Lonesome.

February 17th

Idiosyncratic Soul; Rebirth of The North Star

The phosphorscent stars twinkled in the caliginous sky like trapped souls watching over the sublunary world, where one planet is embodied with numerous terrain surrounded by the seven seas. One mortal dies, a new star is born into a dimension of intergalactic era. 

She gaze upon infinite stars, souls watching her while she watches them and that twinkle signified the smile they contained in their eyes. An odd correlation between the north star and herself replenished. The intensification of intriguing conjectures amplified beyond the horizon. The angelic soul transformed into a gust of wind and gyrated her presence and whirled their way up to her ear and whispered; “This corrupted decade does not and will not contain prodigious humanity. Stay true to yourself, not to publication. You will succeed extraordinary realm of various occurrences.”

Forty years later, she became a legendary star, everlasting throughout mankind’s history with her inexplicable, yet phenomenal aspects. Her purpose on earth has been completed. 

Therefore, the cycle encircles again as she begins to find the 25th century’s chosen one.

February 17th

If you never take the risk of action, you will never know the outcome.

February 17th