my bedroom smells of chanel

belts are hung upon the walls

frames are empty except for hooks

and shiny cats spy from the walls

two white bunnies play in the corner

and the cookoo clock stays silent.

don't be sad kitty, you look great!

snip snip

i'm the momma cat

you're the baby cat,

and thiiiiiiiis cute.

meow.

gasp

its all coming so fast.

best birthday ever

i wish we weren't all so tired so we could stay up all night just laughing about nothing. thanks for being the real friends that people write poems about.

i wouldn't have it any other way.

i've never seen fur look so cool

yuuta

this artist has a style

something i'm lacking

and something i adore

september seventh marks the day i begin my new life where i call myself an artist, where i pretend the stress isn't getting to me, where i want my old friends back instead of new ones, where i would do anything for one of my mother's meals, where i put off doing laundry, where my phone bill is through the roof, where long distance charges will apply, where skype replaces a common hangout, where i run out of paint, where i try caffeinating my nights, where i can't just walk to your house anymore, where i won't kick my cat on the end of my bed in the night, where i ruin all of my clothes, where extra cash is unheard of, where groceries are a luxury, and most of all, where i miss you the most.

xxxx

maybe a tattoo is just a craze right now

everyone seems to be getting them

but maybe a reminder of how i want to live

would be handy within the months and years to come.