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no happiness in misery

no happiness in misery (OR: My best friend died and I don't know what to do so I wrote a cento about it with Fall Out Boy lyrics) so, progress report: i am missing you to death, my best friend, dead and gone, and i want these words to make things right but i must confess, now that you’re gone, i try to picture me without you but i can’t, so now i’m just numb, bulletproof loneliness, wearing vintage misery, like i’ll never be the same, and i don’t want to forget how your voice sounds, (just off the key of sunshine riptide) and i need to keep you like this in my mind, wishing on every star, a cherry blossom about to bloom, the eighth wonder. and i could scream forever, as desperation takes hold, ‘cause i don’t know where you’re going, and i keep telling myself i'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday, and i’m so sorry how talking's just a waste of breath. it’s kinda funny, that everything i wish for will never come true. so i lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum. we

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Literature

no happiness in misery

no happiness in misery (OR: My best friend died and I don't know what to do so I wrote a cento about it with Fall Out Boy lyrics) so, progress report: i am missing you to death, my best friend, dead and gone, and i want these words to make things right but i must confess, now that you’re gone, i try to picture me without you but i can’t, so now i’m just numb, bulletproof loneliness, wearing vintage misery, like i’ll never be the same, and i don’t want to forget how your voice sounds, (just off the key of sunshine riptide) and i need to keep you like this in my mind, wishing on every star, a cherry blossom about to bloom, the eighth wonder. and i could scream forever, as desperation takes hold, ‘cause i don’t know where you’re going, and i keep telling myself i'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday, and i’m so sorry how talking's just a waste of breath. it’s kinda funny, that everything i wish for will never come true. so i lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum. we

Featured

64 deviations
Eyes

Personal Favourites

8 deviations
Literature

no happiness in misery

no happiness in misery (OR: My best friend died and I don't know what to do so I wrote a cento about it with Fall Out Boy lyrics) so, progress report: i am missing you to death, my best friend, dead and gone, and i want these words to make things right but i must confess, now that you’re gone, i try to picture me without you but i can’t, so now i’m just numb, bulletproof loneliness, wearing vintage misery, like i’ll never be the same, and i don’t want to forget how your voice sounds, (just off the key of sunshine riptide) and i need to keep you like this in my mind, wishing on every star, a cherry blossom about to bloom, the eighth wonder. and i could scream forever, as desperation takes hold, ‘cause i don’t know where you’re going, and i keep telling myself i'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday, and i’m so sorry how talking's just a waste of breath. it’s kinda funny, that everything i wish for will never come true. so i lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum. we

Literature

39 deviations
Literature

Lights

and last night I saw seventeen thousand or more stars, forged from glowsticks, wristbands, and smartphone flashlights, rise from the cradle of the hollywood hills in memory. and when they played, we all screamed and shouted along to the lyrics, like maybe if we were loud enough, we could fix what had happened. but it doesn't work that way, hence the stars. and i'm not sure whether this was supposed to be an ode, or a eulogy, or a group therapy session, but there were more than seventeen thousand of us there, holding stars, and i don't think one of us felt alone. so when i hear your voice i'll remember to be kinder. and i hope that makes

2017

7 deviations
Literature

Cosmic

Trace fractures down vertebrae and see galaxies form in the bruises, across an infinite expanse of skin. Blotched, imperfect forms placed there by force, but still undeniably beautiful in their boldness and range of colours; in purple and maroon and blue and gold, somehow alone and all at once. Observe how freckles form constellations, and watch as they fall into orbit around birthmarks and raised scar tissue. Draw lines between them, and notice the stories they tell. Written is your origins, your loves, your monsters. Lovers will navigate by these stars, and worship them. Feel the heart turn supernova, collapsing under the weight of what i

2016

4 deviations
2015 Summary of Art

2015

25 deviations
Girl in Pink - Art Practice

2014 and Before

21 deviations
On Display at MoMA

Scraps

8 deviations