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Posted 1 year ago
I’m writing again, these letters to you.
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Posted 1 year ago

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Flying back to CA for the last time in a few hours.

I’ll update then. Mind is still not in one piece.

I don’t know why the only entity I can talk to is a computer.

Keys are more silent than eyes.

I miss emotion.

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Posted 1 year ago

He’s Dead.

He’s dead. My father is dead.

I have no one to tell but a computer screen.

This does not feel like real life.

What do I do now?

Who do I hate?

Can I go back home?

What do I do?

What am I doing?

He is dead.

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Posted 1 year ago
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Do you remember? This was my first influence. This was my first twinge of temper temper. Don’t even fuck with me, I’ve got a wick to burn my skin.

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Posted 1 year ago

formspring.me

I’ll answer anything, just ask. http://formspring.me/SpotLightCity

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Posted 1 year ago
What happened to me drawing like this. Zoom

What happened to me drawing like this.

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Posted 1 year ago
God. Damn it.
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Posted 1 year ago
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Red Hot Chili Peppers – Love Rollercoaster

lokiroulocte:

Your love is like, a rollercoaster baby baby. I want to ride -

Theme song for the new year. Let’s groove out. Let’s make it a good one. Let’s get rid of our demons sitting on our shoulders. Let’s wake up with a smile for the friends we truly know. Let’s spread the love we know we have. Let’s find that inner strength to survive. Let’s never give up. Let’s ride the rollercoaster of life, love, everything, together. I’m ready, I’m already buckled in. Join me?

COUNT ME IN

(Source: ladyquiller)

via ladyquiller
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Posted 1 year ago

RokiLoulocte.

I have no idea who this girl is, but she’s basically me in female form. She posts the coolest shit. If you appreciate anything that has to do with art, follow her.

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Posted 1 year ago

I Finally Went Back

And read over the past few hundred (or not even nearly close to that many) posts concerning Alaska, and it’s incredibly confusing. Here’s her story and how it started to associate with me. I’d just started my apprenticeship at the parlor and this girl came wandering into the shop, wanting to get a tattoo done. Now I’m working on the light table on a fox sketch, and she sees it and says “that’s what I want.”

This fucking girl is black hair and blue eyes and freckles and smiles and cigarette smoke and I handed her the design I barely finished because I didn’t have anything else to do, and she had it done later that day. She still has that fox running across her ribs, I’ve felt it, I’ve felt my own artwork on someone else’s skin which is an incredible experience. Before she left the shop that first day, she gave me her phone number. I already knew her name from listening in on conversations during the inking.

Alaska.