I do not exist. Only You exist.

I like to think that I'm beat.

I’m going to start focusing more on personal productivity. I’ve put it on back burner for too long, and I have too much to do.

The Shins

—New Slang

metizz:

"New Slang" - The Shins

These are
the last days.
I move out
of the now dirtied
apartment, bin by
blue bin. Guitars
thrown in the car,
and it’s hotter than
it’s been
all summer. The
neighbors don’t seem
to miss me, and
to be honest,
I haven’t shed
any tears over them.
I prayed for a poem,
a way to explain the
last walk down
a flight of stairs,
the way Nico sings
as I drive away, and
instead I found
a heat wave,
sweat on my face
and the shirt that sticks
to my back.
These are
the last days.

Thinking about romance.
Going to sleep instead.

Just another late-night lifting sesh.

Just another late-night lifting sesh.

School has me stressed. Classes. Work. Moving (almost done). Leadership stuff. GRE (I need to apply to grad school this winter). Senior paper. My newspaper job. Heading up a literary journal. Personal writing. Needless to say, I’m not doing stuff right now.

School has me stressed. Classes. Work. Moving (almost done). Leadership stuff. GRE (I need to apply to grad school this winter). Senior paper. My newspaper job. Heading up a literary journal. Personal writing. Needless to say, I’m not doing stuff right now.

Anonymous asked: You should write a biography.

Who would you like me to write about?

Anonymous asked: Your anons still love you x

Whew. That’s a relief.