There will be no revolution today…

She lives on the mountain,

I like her, I’m scared.

And this most foolish of lovers,

Makes the climb unprepared.

Bit young don’t ya think?

Pfftt! Maybe! But look how cute!!

True that!

Dook!!

Are you from the mountain?

Yes!

I thought so.

Well now you know it.

I’m a bad climber.

I need function, I need form.

I need your hands to keep me warm.

Everything is made of lines. Everything!

And you know it.

Thanks so much hey, so rad you enjoy. <3 <3 Followed back of course. :)

Oh haiya! Thanks for saying such a sweet thing. But please please know it’s not ‘my work’ it’s just my journal. Like how I’m feeling made into a picture. I feel like calling it ‘work’ insults artists, heh, I dunno! */end insecure*

I hope you find someone to draw for you. I want the same thing, or someone who writes lovely words. It would be so nice! :) xx

Part of me is always exploding.

Did you see me…?

Sometimes I lie awake at night thinking about food and girls!!

…But mostly food.

Sometimes I lie awake at night and think about food and girls!!

…But mostly food.

(With my adjacent page scribblings.)

Late night. Anxious. Journal.

alone i walked for night and days

amongst the buzz words, kitten plays

eyes will fearlessly undress

to look upon the wilderness

questions in letters; unreturned

the love that will stay, is the love i’ve earned.

Um could you please stop thinking about me. Cause I know you do.

I can’t help it. You’re so relevant. Sorry.

Whatever freak, just stop it!