And now I'll be painting phen + brandon + kyle + julie.
Who's cassandra? I only know of this phen girl you keep telling me about.
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore

seen from France

seen from Canada
seen from Philippines

seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from Malaysia

seen from Australia
seen from Yemen
seen from United States
And now I'll be painting phen + brandon + kyle + julie.
Who's cassandra? I only know of this phen girl you keep telling me about.
december magick
{a poem for the end of the year, for you. to Kyle, Brandon, Julie, Eva, Lexy, Crispy, Attilee, Corinne, Brittany, Tori, Layla -- all of my hitRECord friends, everyone who's opened my eyes in one way or other, everyone who's helped me see all of the love there is to see. Thank you for making this such a remarkable year. <3}
---
the winds are so violent
at this time of year.
so sharp
and biting,
it curls itself around
my fingers
and clings secretly
to my skin.
there’s been a quickening
to my pulse in
the winter,
it is unforgiving,
it is unstoppable,
it is riddled
with the memory
of what December used to mean.
the memory tries to escape.
it scrapes and pulls,
it climbs, it tears,
it fights,
but it’s stopped by the wind
and by my heartbeat.
December
used to be a different kind
of magic.
It used to mean
more secrets
and less fear,
it used to be
colorful symbols of love
and quiet smirks,
it used to be more light
than any darkly winter cloud
could cover,
and the brightest barrier,
even against
all of that wind.
i fall over everything
that was once the truth
while trying to believe
that maybe
it still is.
but there is freedom
in the falling,
and despite the
skinned hands
and bloody knees
i remember that i’ve
been down here before
and i know
my way out.
winds are so vicious
this time of year.
they bite sharp against my skin
and they curl
around my fingers
as they're curled
around your fingers.
there’s a quickening
to my pulse
with the spread of laughter,
and new memories
bury themselves
into my bones
despite the wind.
December is still
a kind of magic
waiting to be
discovered
as I learn
to trust
in the winter.
---
for my best friends. for the end of the year. thank you for everything.
a revolution for 2012 : trust, forgive, grow.
<3C
ps. hitRECord-ed this shit.