Something is creeping up on me. Things that once felt gratifying gradually have become suffocating. My self dialogue has began to involve the word ‘fraud’.A fraud, negated as a human being, and never going to be taken seriously by anyone. I feel increasingly like an animal trapped in a cage, waiting to be skinned alive. I can’t stand my neighbors and I can almost hear their whispering emitting from my walls. I can already taste the blood in my mouth.

(via notyourheroes)

Working on a new art thing its gonna be awesome :)

Hopefully gonna be buying more plaster today.

have been reading billboards backwards thinking there was some sort of message to be distilled from the sequential combinations of reverse phonetics.  I mean, I have already figuired out that a series of novels were in fact solely a message to myself due to perceived synchronicities (is this even a word) between events in the novels and small details in my personal life at the time. Specific songs or even entire albums were recorded for me as either a message taunting me or some sort of elusive warning. It doesn’t happen as much anymore but I used to get these feelings of intense deja vu which I always assumed were warning me of some impending doom I was going to have to avoid. The doom never manifested overtly, but I still wonder if they heralded more subtle threats that would take time to mature. I have friends, but I cycle through them at a fairly regular rate, Idk.