The trick to being content might just be being contained
- complete, within yourself, unless the flow of self
is balanced by an inflow
that isn't
all bile
for smiles.

But yes, I flow.

If writing is like feeling yourself up for veins and 
Love, like feeling another up for the same, I am 

drunk with a nosebleed and cannot focus.

Lies.

Almost resonating, maybe not so much as verbs, but
A Proper Fucking Noun that gets me perched up on my nerves.

Bloodstone

I love this video and I will never lose it again. Ever.

Probably the first time (in a long time) that I've felt the strange desire to address something in words strung together in a way that spells my anxieties out pleasantly, if put to tune, or just speaks alright, speaks better than I can in what is the most abominable form of wrongly worded speech expressing nothing real, just nothing at all apart from completely irrelevant information regarding my last pint even though I dont even remember what I'm drinking really, and I dont know how to begin.

I cant decide what feels more helpless- the initial lack of things to say after I'd started being trained in visual communication, or the complete inability to switch to words now that I do have something to say.

The anorexic Ursula feeling. Hairy Mary Christmas.

Happy Diwala

Literal translation- Somewhere diya burns, somewhere heart.

A visual from a personal Bollywood Based Project, felt fitting about now.

People who cant be arsed to feel festive enough, lets drink to it.

The first time

I've heard a song while there's no video for it and then in a few weeks there's a video and bam, and yeah. just.

somebody tell others how listentoyoutube gives better quality files than youtube-mp3wtvrsht
Also, while I'm at it :

Midnight Doodles

haha she's spelt wrong