a note i wrote on a napkin in my house 6 months ago

voted boy most likely to match the bpm
got a pumpkin moon smile dont ever listen to them
my head is a pinata
beat it open and watch the bad ideas fall like candy
im the sweettooth for the dental truth
hiccuping solar flares at hampton stares

a whos who
of whos not
alphadog
omegalomaniac


i want you to be lonely like me
just so youll leave me be

slow dancing in a bathroom stall

mickey mouse and mallory keaton

i never write in here anymore.
mostly because i keep the words in my head and in notebooks.
away from celebrity blogs that talk about my shortness or my hoody obsession (way too obvious).

but i just want you to know that while there are clearly products and art, there is not a clear definition between them.

i love what we do. i eat, sleep and breathe it.

and i dont want some writer taking the piss out of it because he has a deadline to catch.

this is me.

disarmed.

reading your messages got me all nostalgic. i fucking miss you guys.

i am a wing and a prayer
ill give you heatstroke
you and i
gave our lives to strange times
ill take your sun
ill shake your son
and make him shine on you
ill sing all of your favorite songs
one more time
out of tune

everybodys got a mortgage
and a family tree
a grave plot and a legacy
but me
im just young
dumb
and full of love

nothing is different.
nothing is the same.
its been awhile.
i wrote a long entry about not being able to leave my house because of photographers and people posting bullshit pictures online but i deleted it.

because you know what?

i am happy. i looked in the mirror and said, pete things are pretty ok.


and i just wanted to thank each and every person that is a part of that happiness.

i hope you look in the mirror and think the same every once in awhile (and not because of how we look only but because of who we are).

ill get back to the bitterness and gloom. but right now its ok to be present and feel alright.

make the love cool again.
get a spark in that head of yours and dont let anyone blow it out.

you can have it all, my empire of dirt

life is more than alright when you let yourself know it. theres not a hole in your head or your heart if you dont want there to be. its funny how people get nostalgic for the worst times in your life. people sometimes seem to miss the person i was when i was just in a self hating haze or fantasize that i miss or should miss someone who made me feel as worthwhile as a pile of dirt and spent their entire life decieving me. thanks to my friends who have let me grow into something new. i am listening to blues. i am having great conversations with friends. i am writing. i am walking the dog. i lying in the sun. i am riding a motorcycle. i am lauging. i am being in love.

hummed at a sleeping body across the room.

'Et, comme chaque jour je t'aime davantage, Aujourd'hui plus qu'hier et bien moins que demain'

posted by xo at 4:05 AM