i deleted on the picture that has 104 favourites.



it was total crap.
i don't know what anyone saw in it.



still waiting for the camera.
its being paid for.
now, we just wait.

I will be writing a novel for NaNoWriMo again this year.

I haven't yet been successful, but I'm attempting again.

If you'd like to read:
To Move Mountains

it's been a while. a long while.
i don't have a camera or inspiration,
but i'm hoping that will soon change.

i went through my gallery today
and noticed just how much we've changed,
my friends and i. especially how i've changed.

our worlds are completely different now.
our personalities have transformed
from one way of being to another.
our experiences effect us on a larger scale
than most of us even care to notice.
sometimes good. sometimes bad.
but always different.

this year my grandfather died,
my best friends and i have gone seperate ways,
i've been inspired and i've been stuck.
this year i have made distance between myself
and those things that seem to bring me down.
i still have a lot of miles to go, but
i'm positive that i will reach my desitation.

i need a little guidence and a little help.
but let me assure you, i'm on the right road.
all these yellow lines are leading me somewhere amazing.

every thing else seems pointless.

If you knew him better he'd ask for some time
’Cause he's looking for a reservoir to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a song
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong

And this house has gotta lotta walls
But only very few mean anything to you
And this house has gotta lotta walls
But only very few mean anything to you

Atmosphere.







thankyou.