Michael - 23 - New York
I pretend I'm a writer when I'm not pretending I'm a rockstar. Both of these things may or may not take place in front of the bathroom mirror.
You probably have no idea what my posts are about, and that's the way I like it. True art fails to yield to analysis.
Self-indulgent biography, attempt at humor, pseudo-intellectual Nietzsche quote, etc. etc. etc.
I pretend I'm a writer when I'm not pretending I'm a rockstar. Both of these things may or may not take place in front of the bathroom mirror.
You probably have no idea what my posts are about, and that's the way I like it. True art fails to yield to analysis.
Self-indulgent biography, attempt at humor, pseudo-intellectual Nietzsche quote, etc. etc. etc.
Companion v. 3.0: The Starlet of Stability’s Stellar Stare [Steadily Stirring the Storm]
It seems like lately, I haven’t been able to keep my focus off of twilight. I’ve been stargazing for the past month, and it hasn’t been secluded to the night. I’m scanning the constellations in your complexion for the gods, but all I see is Aphrodite. The apple of my eye taught me to believe in angels again, yet the sky hasn’t opened up. We’ve been waiting on this storm but the cloud’s still forming, gaining electricity. You’ll be the lightning rod to welcome in the spark.
When the tempest attacks our hair will stand on end again, our limbs tingling from the shock of it all. If my heart bursts from my chest, it never belonged to me anyway. As of now, it’s all yours. Take cover.
