January 26, 2012
I love my pizza so much, in fact, that I have come to believe in my delirium that my pizza might actually love me, in return. I am having a relationship with this pizza, almost an affair.
Elizabeth Gilbert
January 25, 2012
January 24, 2012
Artifice, Las Vegas, Nevada 
My roommate Keri and I made a random drive to Vegas this past weekend.  Instead of sightseeing like the average tourist, some of our local friends showed us what Vegas is REALLY like.  We stomped around on Fremont St. (old Vegas) and visited dive bars around the outskirts of The Strip.  We did Karaoke and saw Chinatown.  Met some great people, saw some ridiculous art, and went to a video game bar.  Yeah, maybe we also stopped by Surrender Nightclub at Encore to see Skrillex and Rusko, but let’s not talk about that..

Artifice, Las Vegas, Nevada 

My roommate Keri and I made a random drive to Vegas this past weekend.  Instead of sightseeing like the average tourist, some of our local friends showed us what Vegas is REALLY like.  We stomped around on Fremont St. (old Vegas) and visited dive bars around the outskirts of The Strip.  We did Karaoke and saw Chinatown.  Met some great people, saw some ridiculous art, and went to a video game bar.  Yeah, maybe we also stopped by Surrender Nightclub at Encore to see Skrillex and Rusko, but let’s not talk about that..

January 19, 2012
I love Lucy.

I love Lucy.

Scars on your body show that you have lived.
Scars on your heart show that you have loved.
Nina Dul (via laceofpearls)

(Source: quote-book)

January 16, 2012
The only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing … but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll  (via honeyforthehomeless)
January 15, 2012
I was born to write, to document, to create.  This is what I do.

I was born to write, to document, to create. This is what I do.

She became a cartographer of the heart.
January 13, 2012
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Anais Nin
Yeah, I made that.

Yeah, I made that.

January 12, 2012
At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love?
At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession.
Anais Nin

I’ve become obsessed with writers, most of whom are ironically dead, who expressed onto pages a similar dissatisfaction with the world, who had the same questions burning in their mind about life..  Writers who turned emotions into metaphors that could speak to me on a level no one else could..  I never feel loneliness in its entirety by diving into books.  Any chain of words that I can relate with drives me into this illusionary world that separates me from others, those simple minded souls that don’t get the fantastic complexities of passion, of adventure, of questioning authority on the same level..  An excitement is felt so profoundly to know that someone out there at some point felt the same way I do..  Yet, that excitement is so short lived because I have no one, in the flesh, to share myself with in the extent I wish I could.  I find myself wandering in bookstores for hours, getting lost in the midst of my ‘friends’, because all the others look at me and never, ever understand.

January 11, 2012