Took myself out of the running.
Not that I was up for election
but I should at least be paying attention
to our future as American Citizens.
But in the midst of my seasonal depression,
I don’t give a damn about office infiltration.
I could care less about political demolition.

Took myself out of the running,
because right now, I can’t focus on anything
that might be remotely socially satisfying.
I can’t find the will to give a shit about
candidates or trying to decipher their ability
to bullshit an already numb society.

I can’t even find enough fucks to give
to elaborate on something so fruitless.

meet my mother and my sister.

Summer come sooner.

“Wrecking Ball” - Mother Mother

You gotta see the artistry in tearing the place apart with me, baby…

What I feel like when I wear leggings as pants:

What I actually look like when I wear leggings as pants:

So what do people write about at 9am? Do they jot down notes about the morning paper or do they make up shopping lists to work off of later? Do they reflect on late night dreaming or early sunrise glistening? Do they write down prayers to get them through the day or plan out what they’ll say when they are asked to pray at dinner?

Do they start their autobiography or map out a timeline to figure out when their death will be?

Maybe bucket lists of hopes and dreams and wishes for endless possibilities. Perhaps a different kind of list-one that reeks of sadness and grief; reads of regrets and speaks volumes of past mistakes and dreadful pain.

Maybe 9am is different for some. Instead of a new dawn, a new way; it’s the end of a graveyard shifter’s work day. I then wonder, if that’s the case, does dusk and dawn get switched around for the midnight slaves? Does the sunlight bring retrospect while the moonlight breathes life against the night owl’s neck? Does daylight bring a sense of sadness as the night often does for the sunlight goddess?

If so, what do they write about in the dead of the morning? Would they moarn the dark skies that left them high and dry? And if they can’t fall asleep in the sun’s warming reach, what becomes of their mental stability? If Mother Nature created humans to work around the sun’s time rotation, what happens to the deviants who follow the moon’s whispered vibration? Can we adapt to a future of darkness if we’re not nocturnal in essence?

Or does the Mother of mothers put her foot down in our attempt to defy her rules on ground?

Would the night owls one day wake up and realize that the stems of their brains have become confused in their pursuit to fool their need for the radiance of the almighty sun’s heat?

I know that at 9am, in the coldness and bleakness of the winter’s prowess, there is nothing that my skin begs for more than the fervor of summer’s bliss. My toes turn inward, my muscles stiffen, my teeth clench and my circulation slows in preparation for hibernation. 

But we’re not bears, we have work that needs to be done, so it would just be nice if Mother Nature would have equipped us with thicker blood.

…all of my questions at 9am. My mind running rampant before properly caffeinated.

My baby.

Credit: Jillian Hampshire

My writing has not suited my needs as of late, so instead I turn to my camera. Vanity strikes in my mid-winter slump.

terrorhawk:

throughbeingcool-:

jubajuba:

sundaybuns:

“Tell your wife she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.”

and

……and she should keep the chips and dip comin.”

This is why I love children

this is wonderful.

“and she she should keep the chips and dip coming” that’s all I look for too

Reggie, age 6 tellin’ it how it is.

Ahh look whose talking, miss I-look-better-than-everyone-else-even-when-I’m-pregnant-and-feel-like-hell! :P

At least the sun has graced us with it’s light.

meechec:

jennhasfeet replied to your audio post: American Comfort -Fine Fine Titans go give them a…

Ahhh thank you! Thank you!! You have no idea what that means to me. :)

Ah no problem lol, I’ve actually been listening to this song and Mastermind the Great Shark all day and i just decided to upload one. what can I say, I love FFT haha. 

That’s awesome! We’re recording very soon because we’ve since gotten heavier, but it really lifted my spirits when I saw that you posted our song. I’ve had a pretty bummer day with one hit after another regarding the band, so thank you.

than other bands and musicians with the same dream as you, who have been in your position before, write other bands off by refusing any local acts to open up for them.

And for a “Christian” band…that’s pretty whack and not very Christ-like.

For Jillian. Because we will always share at least this one obsession…with Brandon Boyd.