How do you survive?
You just do.
There is no other choice,
no other viable options.
You throw yourself into it,
and make a mess along the way.
Gain a few too many scars,
break some things,
you find yourself with
a couple of friends
and a few precious tools.
You just have to.
"I hope that one day someone will make flowers grow even in the saddest parts of you"
“Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.”
I wasn’t a fan of Star Trek. It didn’t excite me. All I wanted at that time was a part that I really connected to and when my agent said ‘Star Trek’, I said, ‘No! Have you not been hearing anything I’ve said? Star Trek is the furthest thing from what I want to do.’
“Be my punk rock prince and let me rock my converse and flower crowns
Carry me out with the drums and dance in a field of daisies
Keep your piercings and I’ll keep my tutus
I’ll wear your leather jacket or flannel when I get cold.
When were alone ill lace lilies in your hair
Be my punk prince and cuddle me in my crown
I’ll trace your tattoos and kiss your scars
Hold me tight at night when thunder strikes
We can live in a fairy tale together in a mess of leather and the sweet scent of vanilla and roses
I’ll fumble with your lip piercing to get your attention
We can lay in a field of flowers looking into each others eyes clutching your jumper in my hands
My punk prince
Your voice so rough yet gentle when holding me
You try to stop smoking even though deep down I don’t want you to stop
You grip my hand when we walk in the streets protecting me from the world
You watch me dance around in your green day shirt laughing as I tumble to the ground.
Hold me in your arms
Kiss my forehead and sing to me
Go soft when I’m around and growl when others are around
Kiss me show me I’m a princess
And you my punk prince
Giggles and chuckles
Icing and tobacco
Your mouth taste like mint and weed
Mine of strawberries and vanilla
Kiss my nose when I concentrate to hard
Let’s play with your guitar
You sing to me like I’m the only person in the world
Our kingdom so complex
And we live”
Photography, 2014 | by Garmonique
oh my god
didn’t even see it was
If you look hard enough, you can see a bird flying.
shit son trying to find the bird flying is like the new where’s waldo
there are two birds.
Svínafellsjökull Glacier in Iceland, June 2013