Unstacking Your Load @theshyham-blog - Tumblr Blog

spent a lot of the week dreaming. I'm sitting in the across the street cafe listening to a string section reproduce slim shady sans ssswords. reading about new moons. ain't got no emails, ain't got no money problems today, ain't got no blues except I miss m'bebe. I got Nina, ELLE, and I've lake bell-ed five out of twelve sequences in this screenplay. Ally's coming tomorrow morning. The brain working therapist said, I've worked with many people with low self worth. Worried, I said, worried I'll sabotage again, Worried I am! Mating with addiction, addicted. Addict. A dick. a difficult week of sharing secrets. My own that I have a hard real time sharing sentimentaly. Thursday night I ate and drank with an Old friend (best oyster since Nic's). I turned my phone off at 1am, I don't know if my lover called me. I was deep in another universe, survival only. The moon renewed that night I lost my shadow Gained a stripe

Biology tells us to recoil when an open wound is touched, and our psychology often follows this formula. However, we must learn to push past the survival brain’s signals sometimes so that we can get to the deeper meaning that a situation holds.

just to be clear, this is exactly what the BWRT therapist said to me yesterday Chani. happy new moon bwitches.

darksilenceinsuburbia

Henri Moret // Bastille Day at Lorient, 1892

ain't easy

#kermiiiii

Marion Dr.

#lighthouse #glenielle

in la i look at Instagram. in Paris i look at the sky.

#becauseidonthavedata #butstill

Lololololol

#whoisthat

Night and a day with Diedre

#danihello

Sierra Madres

#houseonhollywoodhill

*•*fairy rings*•*

Alone and adrift again.

#whereveryougothereyouare

Tarot Cards during readings for others: Patience and understanding will help you get through this

Tarot Cards during personal readings: When 👏 will 👏 you 👏 learn

You know you're in California when

Maybe I’m [la] lonely Walking around Franklin Looking at spell books If you lived here you’d be home now “Projects I care about” care Fear Four letter words Not being married, he said, not having family at this age; I’m not grounded. I’m grounded in my practice– work live Portland, he said, people seemed happy. Content to work to live. Not work to live another life. Fuck Kids I’m too old. He said. Garp I die rich? Robert, he asked himself, with 1 million dollars, 2, what are you doing? While I wonder what he looks like naked

Suited up Ickle me pickle me Tickle Me too Every day, every knight They changed the awning at La Poubelle, too much make up trusty to trying Euro trashing The jackals jostle and justify, jeer and jack off before their screening A band of outsiders oaf down the street, good looking from the left features not in step with their gait. Short barrell chested boy with gorilla legs A forehead for ramming in dungeons A well dressed ogre that smells like wet cave cat I go back to ignoring frenetic video phone broadcasts/ reading I used to work at this corner store named after indigenous trees not seen for years This outpost for hackneyed heroes and huck finn’s Uglies unwelcome I think the guy at table 20 is one that tried to kiss me. His armor glaring. I feel my shoulder pads creak up Non. We don’t do that anymore, I hiss. Pass the cauldron Parvati’s devotion Spend so much time western southern time making zig zags disappear Desire’s desires, filling an inkwell with dancing sambos Paris, take me back

#abolishthelonely