.

Take me there. I can't write lately and I'm so wrapped up in the wind carrying me away. I said I wanted to grow up and be happy, unfortunately I'm there and I'm not sure what else to strive for.

Precious

“My wife & I have a daughter. We are the loving type of parents who let their children dress themselves”

Umbrella

So New York was fun, Chicago is still way b e t t e r, and that's all I have to say.

http://haleylion.tumblr.com/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/haleyrataiczak

^ hit those up

"I get the feeling that this boat is about to sink ‘cause it can’t float and I get the feeling that we’re close to the end of the pain that we all know. Well, if I gave you a few words to show my most genuine emotion, they would not describe the way I feel inside actually, you would have to experience an explosion. So I, just learn to control ‘em. Keep my spirit high, keep my kundalini flowing through the seven-point chakra system from my toes to the top of my head and in between my shoulders. If you don’t know, then you probably can’t focus on nothing but the TV so your mind ain’t yours. You’re getting lied to and you don’t even know it, damn. The youth so blind, but they eyes wide open"

- Bobby Ray

I know where to start for once

I was told to write an autobiography, something I had thought about for the absolute longest time, and now I've been asked. I'm going to start on it tonight. I have the energy for it, I want to stay up up up all night night night. I can't begin to explain how badly I love to reiterate certain words words words. I am equipped with music and my dire need to let things be known. I can post it in pieces, and once more all together. Wish me luck!

close

Text note, racing mind, nothing said.
Short phrase, tear-filled eyes, walk away.
Get up, run, persuade.
Whisper, yell, at a stand still.
Mind stops, heart accelerates, please.
Closer, closer, hold.
Ramble, lips hushed, kiss.
Pinky promise from Ohio to a beach somewhere.

God dammit, I love the hell out of you.

Sappy, lately

I find myself constantly engullfed in this computer lately. Re-reading Vladimir Nabokov, and E.E. Cummings simply because I don't feel like leaving my room. I wish my mom allowed me to smoke freely, just a passing thought because of this rain. Tumblr, I'm always looking at the same tumblrs, though I don't read the same text over. Still not sleeping as I should, but at least I'm dreaming. There's a bag of Malley's Chocolate Malt Eggs.... I'm trying SO hard to not eat them. I'm listening to Isles and Glaciers, they sound a lot like a Chiodos and Pierce the Veil hybrid. I like them nonetheless. While being absent-minded today I stumbled across something extremely interesting; and artist had found a way to imprint a BREATH onto a copper plate. How remarkable is that? Thinking about a lot. Chance, for example. Life is left up to chance, or fate, if you will. Life cannot be controlled, or personalized despite common belief. It's determined and arranged as to where your pieces fall. And that in itself, is also remarkable.

There isn't enough hate in this world to bring me down.