Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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the name of the game is don’t get mad

Sometimes my perceptions, the things I understand, the people I see. Sometimes they make sense. I try not to judge others for the weaknesses that they exhibit, but some lack or over abundances for perceived humanity certainly don’t aid in… Continue Reading →

I turn myself inside out

hmmm.. Another productive day in slacker land, where the hair gets left mussed, unbrushed, the teeth the same, and your pants stick to your legs like wet paper because you slept in them last night.. I was telling Francis today… Continue Reading →

Shitty girls neglect

It’s interesting I have realized lately how much of me is so uncommunity-minded, how little of me there is to be categorized. I joined this community some 4 years ago and have made many friends, however most of my contacts… Continue Reading →

ahahahahah

Thanks to everyone who sent me slick birthday messages a few weeks back. I got a job. Oh yea. and I got a boy. and… I have been spending far too much time coercing in corners, hiding from the public…. Continue Reading →

when I leave..I tend to leave for good

yea.. check this shit out: http://www.wherifywireless.com/prod_watches.htm I am writing again. The sun is out after having been gone for what seems like weeks…. I am hooking a few pictures up. there is a certain energy in them as yet unmatched…. Continue Reading →

a few reasons why I am not around too much anymore

I am an ass, with no time but here are some pretty things to look at if you are interested:  click that shit will be updated to all new images on tuesday night bye bye bon bobos I miss certain… Continue Reading →

discrepencies/mind fuck/scared the fuck/what the fuck

so yea. no idea what to say. to do. you say your distance has turned you into the aggressor. the defiant. the stretching out to touch the sea kind of boy. a friend of mine said to me today: “i’ve… Continue Reading →

hos. thugs. guns. bitches. end of slickstember to rocktober to no HEMber of 2002.

well well well. I guess I am going on a little tour of sorts. Across the country through the highways and biways of the backwoods. Will be leaving soon after fashion week. Me, three photographers, a mini van, a truck,… Continue Reading →

spin thin wild things. so out of control yea.

I asked my agent/manager the person who keeps me up at night how I would know if it was the person. The one to choose, not necessarily the one I should choose. He said, you’ll know. You will know. How… Continue Reading →

Yes. It is you. YOU YOU YOU YOU

I realized a few moments ago what a perceived absence can do to a lonely two hearts. Not speaking to you, too tired to deal with late night phone calls and early morning wake-me-ups. I haven’t forgotten. Not at all…. Continue Reading →

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