I used to think that I was into too many things.
I got over that.
This is a collection of what I love, hate, think and do.
I play guitar in a band named Syvia and record, take pictures and videos, write a lot of words and am always working on completing a few new music projects.
I live in Brooklyn, NY. I grew up in South Florida.
Some say you can't trust anyone from down there but I don't trust those people. Give me a ? and I'll give you an .
I don’t mind you breathing in my ear
because it will always mean you’re alive
and beside me.
I’m not much of a firm believer in fate but sometimes things just work out so well that I understand why people sometimes believe in a higher power that makes these decisions. Especially lately.
I used to keep a lot in and use writing to exorcise my thoughts on a near daily basis. These days I am heavy on the verbal diarrhea and most of what I’m thinking spills out of my lips instantly.
Lately I’ve been listening to more music and podcasts on headphones throughout the day that help me stay inside my head some more and I’ve been realizing how, sometimes, I just don’t shut the fuck up. (secret: I’ve actually noticed this forever ago)
I’ve been wanting to write again and write more, like I used to. I’ve been writing quite a bit about just that so by now that’s gotten a bit old and seems to have been a phase I went through for some time.
I’d rather keep more in and share in words with anyone who cares to read them as opposed to just pouring myself over peoples’ indifferent and apathetic ears. With this commitment to print, theoretically my statements will be a bit more thought out; I doubt it though.
Can I even call this print when digital content has the never ending ability to be edited?
That’s a topic for another time, I could really give a shit right now.
There are a few things on my mind. For starters, I’ll spare you the “man, I really haven’t been on here for a while, I promise I’ll write more..blllallaaarrrbarf”.. I’m coming to terms with this. It’s my tumblr, I do what I want.
With that… my girlfriend left me last week.
I just experienced something that in some ways can really sum up New York at times.
I was crossing a usually busy street while it was calm and quite. A dragonfly fly passed me towards the oncoming traffic up the street. I had my eye fixed on it, the beauty and peaceful grace of it just gliding by. I was sort of mesmerized by this natural moment of tranquility juxtaposed with the concrete and oncoming machines.
As it got closer to the approaching car, I was wondering how it was going to maneuver out of this.
It hit the windshield (which I somehow heard in the quietness), flew over the car and hit the ground only to be run over by the car behind it and then have a bus barely miss it but the force of the wind flew it over closer to where I can now see it’s distorted body.
I caught all this.
Nobody else noticed a thing.
DAY 13 - a photo of your handwriting
the only picture I can find right now is of a wedding RSVP I filled out last year. I’m usually neater than that, I’m not certain but I feel like I had a bit of whiskey in me at the time.
been caught up, here’s the last three days of this thing that nobody (including myself) cares about.
DAY 12 - a photo of your favorite shoes
I do love these guys. Second might be the black Sauconeys that I have yet to clean the vomit from the night I was extremely drunk and trying to get to south Brooklyn from the Upper East Side, also the night I saw a dead guy on the train.