Thursday, May 31, 2012

I live in a country who murders her own children.

That's SICK, America. It's so SICK. And you know what else is sick? We talk about the mound of shoes in our closets and what in the world we're gonna do with all of them and who slept with who and who's wearing what and how we need to feed these poor starving children overseas and that's all just great but four thousand babies died in America today because we're not talking about THAT enough. Four thousand.

I promise you my life is gonna be about more than buying more shoes to fill my closet and raising pretty little perfect children and training them to ignore the world around them because it's impolite to talk about those sad things. They better be warriors, my children. Because that's what I want to be.

Friday, May 11, 2012

one day i hope i'll be able to take a guitar and play it in such a way that people can see my soul from the outside. i love to hear that. i like songs where the words aren't even important. even without the words, you just get it. i want to learn to do that.