January 2012
20 posts
listening to 90s music in the front seat of my dad’s maroon isuzu trooper. incubus, REM, foo fighters. going to a job site, or my grandparents house. he would explain his problems to me. i wouldn’t talk much. even as a 5 year old i knew i was his best friend.
and my dad still calls me to talk to me about his problems.
she left me her acrylics set. an old tacklebox full. she told me...
god give us love in the time that we have.
sometimes it’s only madness that makes us who we are
-BATMAN
it is in the human condition to cling to unhappiness. the only way to escape the human condition, part of our innate being, is to hold onto something that isn’t human.
festered looms with missing seams
“don’t write a check your butt can’t cash”
life lessons from rocket power
December 2011
19 posts
2012
sketch more
skate more
dont be a pussy
Everything I say, I say to me first.
Everything I do, I do to me first.
So what, I lied.
I lied to me too.
“Nothing that is less than we, nothing that encounters less than the center of our personality, can be of ultimate concern for us”
I am trying to focus on being human. Goodbye for a while, tumblr.
it’s not what you know, it’s what you do.
November 2011
31 posts
the best, most loving gift you can give someone is your time and undivided attention.
