Tonight, she brushes her teeth
with the razor
washes her mouth with perfume
applies the red with her left
hand, powders her nose with
Tonight, she isn’t just pretty.
Skull | 40x30cm | Acrylics on board
Rehearse death! To say this is to tell a person to rehearse his freedom. A person who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave. He is above, or at any rate, beyond the reach of, all political powers.
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the rectangular frame,
I see a brighter
A realm so
from what I am used to—
hazy and uncertain.
- Xaria Grei; Spectales
I still wonder how people find my blog.
Putangina yung mga panahong ang drama ng buhay ko.
I think I was drunk
when I loved you
I didn’t know what I was doing
until I woke up the day after
It dawned on me how stupid
- Xaria Grei; Hangover
He was like the rain in my summer.
But became the storm I never thought I could survive.
- Roses For Rei (via rosesforrei)
Does it ever hit you? The memory of me.
- Ten words story: I feel like an old photograph burried in his backyard. (via maisjetaime)
Tomorrow, a new chapter begins. College. Would it be nice? Difficult? Stimulating? I’m nervous.
It’s been a week. Tomorrow, someone would determine our mental state. Psychology Test. I hink it would be fun. Well, I hope so. I’m nervous.
Tomorrow, I will go on a journey to the mountains. The short stay with my parents is nice, but I need to continue the chapter I left hanging. It would be interesting, I guess. I’m nervous.
This heart beat coincides with the ticking of the clock. It’s been a month and I’m still nervous. Always, always anxious for the future. A disease that I’m not aware of the cure.