July 2010
Strippin’ away the layers and reveal your soul...
One day we'll wake up from this dream and we'll...
be good...
it still echoes even if its no longer said.
alive
there were nights when my pulse did not win
nights when my heartbeat stained the kitchen floor bright red
but you once told me we are most alive
in that split second before death…
June 2010
so I go in friday for training
“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”
– Van Gogh (via jeangreydiaries)
“If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you...”
Just came back from my first bike ride of the summer, I should probably invest in a helmet and maybe some knee pads lol &while I’m at it some bubble wrap #justsaying. I’m now in bed with a large cup of jasmine green tea, which I must say is my favorite kind. A lot of thoughts going on in my head I’m hoping this tea melts some of them away…
So my newest job option is definitely not what you’d expect me to do, but at this point oh well. I will be making a call tomorrow.
day 02
The meaning behind your Tumblr name
Shiftinginsoul came from a passage I wrote awhile back on tumblr which was unintentionally inspired by my favorite book
you can never tell what type of person you are and whether it was good or bad until your soul shifts a bit, and youre able to see the shadow you left
After i wrote this I changed my name, it felt suiting.
I have my freedom but I don’t have much...
I've just painted my soul out.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Before you become my friend, picnic with my rubble…
road trip with everyone I left in the dust
do my laundry from the last time I was loaded
day 01
A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
I don’t have a middle name.
I am single, and have been all my life
Art is my hustle
my favorite book is black, white & jewish by rebecca walker
I’ve finally settled on a favorite color, turquoise
When I was one I was in a fire, my legs still have traces of burn scars
the two people I care for the...
nights I lay in painted regret- but I can’t forget how good it feels to be empty-my reflection Ghostly-aged-like a diary I spill my insides in you- Each time I lay beside you kneeled down on cold tiles is one less page…
mr. tambourine man
Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.
I realized today (as I went to go get the mail) because of you I have something to look forward to in the morning, something to wait for, something I know will actually get to me.
Broken traffic lights
There seems to be a debate going on in my life, some say I feel too much and others say I think too much. Feel more think less vs. think more feel less. It’s been a tug of war of advice from people in the last few months. (Each time the advice though pertains to different situations ) Each time I agree, yes I feel too much. Yes, I think too much. At the moment I see where the person who is...
So much love was going on at Pride.. everyone was kissing or holding hands. All the couples or whatever their titles are were in pda mode. It was beautiful but at the same time I had push that green monster to the back of my head. My favorite part of the parade was when couples who have been together for years, like past a decade walked the parade. To see that it does work in the community,...
