More of a scrapbook than a patchwork. Monday, May 18, 2015. Sunday, May 10, 2015. Monday, May 04, 2015. I decided that this year I would try to blog more than last year. Friday, April 24, 2015. The end of another era.

There is a beautiful, tragic agony. In the searing, illuminating glare. It slices deep, flaying you, rending you, driving sand and salt. Tearing the blinders, those rosy-hued lenses, from your eyes. Infinitely preferable to the soft comfort of the lie. Over the warmth of the lie. The warmth fades, but the stench clings.

Proving to the world that anything is possible, one giant leap of faith at a time.

I Was Lying About Monsters. You could go out in your yard and hear the silence, a sound unto itself, like when an air conditioner kicks off in the middle of the night. So I was standing there in the driveway watching the sky, hearing its hidden vacuum cleaner sounds, looking for vapor trails.

My Life and Other Random Thoughts. I guess my blog is becoming a summer project. Wow, not one entry during this entire school year. I think this, more than anything else, is a sign that school is eating my life. As I mentioned a while back, I feel like I rea.

My Polyvore of the Day.

We love you Idiot! Letters to the Idiot. An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. Flashbacks to the 70s and 80s. An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. My autograph collection and blog. An error has occurred; the feed is probably down.

Riotous color littered the forest floor as the trees shed their leaves, and they danced delicately through the breezes that now chilled the air.