the dark night

zeroing:

Swimming with sharks

Anonymous asked: Are you happy with your life?

I’m very very happy

just-art:

Illustrations by Keith P. Rein

this is what I want

this is what I want

just-art:

Talib Kweli - Prisoner of Conscious : By James Jean / Blog / Store

And the night ends with….

“we have to get to the bottom of this
i’m devastated
i feel like i just found out the easter bunny isn’t real ” Scott Fisher
“Andrea - I think she’s an alien
Antonio - A gross one.
Andrea - HAHA. I love you.”
Time to go to sleep… Good night

Anonymous asked: Do u live i NYC ?

yes!

New York City Beat

When I’m walking down the streets -  the streets of New York.

I can feel it’s heart beat, - heart - heart beat. 

And it makes me wanna move - move my feet,

and it makes me wanna dance - dance to the beat. 

Dance to the beat - Dance to the beat - dance to the beat - dance to the beat

So I dance to the beat, the heart - heart beat

I dance to the beat, the new york city beat

I dance to the beat, the heart - heart beat

I dance to the beat, the new york city beat

and I do that dance, do that - do that dance, 

I do that dance, N Y C dance

and I do that dance, do that - do that dance, 

I do that dance, N Y C dance

(Source: whereisthecoool)

Andrea Wahlgren

sever - iamamiwhoami

My looks so grand from a distance that you need to touch
It gives a vision of the simple but it isn’t much

I won’t be fooled by its touch or emotional supply
The scent of a fear and heavy love we dry
The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by one’s eye
It’s why we can’t ally and elope tonight

Almost forgotten the way we used to live for play
To be accepted, I must blend into convention’s way
And sing the universal ways

I won’t be fooled by its touch or emotional supply
The scent of a fear and heavy love we dry
The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by one’s eye
It’s why we can’t ally and elope tonight

So I walked away…

And there he was. This gorgeous guy, sitting in the corner, all by himself, looking mysterious… Who was he?

Was he my soul mate? My savior? The answer to all my prayers? Should I say hi? Should I sit down and look mysterious myself? I didn’t know… I didn’t wanna ruin the moment. It was too precious…
At last I walked over. He said his name but I didn’t hear it and kept staring at him. Suddenly I started talking. I didn’t wanna do anything else but kiss him, but I didn’t dare to. It wasn’t appropriate. 
Though I was spellbound, I tried to tell myself he was nothing else than a human being. A person, and not the fantasy figure my mind had created. Yes, just a creation of my own sick mind. I had to admit that.
So I walked away.