one of these days #2

Today I have the worst of all days and shittiest of all attitudes and I claim: 

 

The right to destroy.

The right to create.

The right to be a bitch.

The right to not pay parking tickets.

The right to be wrong.

The right to not answer my phone.

The right to succeed.

The right to kiss you in public.

The right to fail.

The right to say fuck (fuck fuck fuck) a lot.

The fucking right to live.

And love.

 

pic by Benjamin Odutola

On my mind.

 

"Stop worrying about your identity and concern yourself with the people you care about, ideas that
matter to you, beliefs you can stand by, tickets you can run on. Intelligent humans make those
choices with their brain and hearts and they make them alone. The world does not deliver meaning
to you. You have to make it meaningful…and decide what you want and need and must do. It’s a
tough, unimaginably lonely and complicated way to be in the world. But that’s the deal: you have
to live; you can’t live by slogans, dead ideas, clichés, or national flags. Finding an identity is easy.
It’s the easy way out."

Zadie Smith 

This time I'm not gonna run.

 

I like your eyes .

Half concious - half bliss

How did I get into this ?

Probably by liking your eyes a little too much.

Yea that sound like me

guys....and eyes.

Wonder if this is what I needed

or if it's only what I've seeded.

Couldn't tell or maybe couldn't bother

cause we somehow seem to save each other

in one way and definitely in another. 

But still it scares me that I like your eyes.

And especially how much.

And such. 

Who would have thought.

I hate seeing you around

cause I hate that it didn't work out

and it's not like we haven't tried

but I guess we just can't fuck things right.

Now you're not my lover not really my friend

it's funny that you told me long ago

that this was how it's gonna end.

 

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"I'm going in for the kill

 I'm doing it for the thrill

 I am hoping you'll understand

 and not let go of my hand."

momentum.

Too high to heal.

Too fly to feel.

Silver nails

and white leather.

Can it get any better?

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne