An ironic contradiction, simple yet complex. Subtle yet harsh. Humorous and Somber. Nice and Mean. I'm the in between.

You will not see who I am here. But you cant take a peak into my soul.



ART: Leonid Tishkov Travels The World With His ‘Private Moon’

From the Arctic to America, artist Leonid Tishkov has travelled the world with his illuminated crescent-shaped moon, bringing a sense of lyricism, and sometimes whimsy, to the places he lands.

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Me after a long day, tired, baggy eyes and all… #nomakeup #nofilter #vulnerability #nyc #igdaily #peopleofig #acceptance #life #holistichealth #tired #longday #baruchcollege #work #mta #train #bus #travel

Me after a long day, tired, baggy eyes and all… #nomakeup #nofilter #vulnerability #nyc #igdaily #peopleofig #acceptance #life #holistichealth #tired #longday #baruchcollege #work #mta #train #bus #travel

Buahahahahaha. Wow, this is great.

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My track “PARABLES” is officially up for download. 
Support my original music by purchasing it off my bandcamp HERE



Love this song, so chill. 
Anonymous asked
How did you and this new guy from LA connect so well? What makes him or this relationship different from others in the past? I guess I'm asking how you know when something is different in a good way, if that makes any sense.


I am cerulean. I am saturated and vibrant, deep and blue. But my color can change when you need it to. Around some people, I am navy, dark and steady. I am an ocean to carry you, and a night sky to cradle you. Around others, light as the sky, with wispy clouds of barely white, a blue like a smile. I am a million shades of blue for everyone I know. But when I’m on my bike, when I’m with my best friend, when I’m on the phone with my Dad, I’m cerulean. I like fading along the spectrum, I like those shades of who I am, but when the waves settle, when the clouds clear, I am cerulean. 

We chameleon into other colors around new people to build a bond, to show commonality and shared ground, to appear cooler, smarter, more interesting, and brighter, friendships and ties can rest on those laurels. Bonds can be forged. And you’ll show glimmers, you’ll show streaks of your color, and with any luck, your color will shine through more often than some makeshift swirl.  You will find complementary colors and you’ll be your brightest self.  But some people will make you want to be a different color forever, something else. They will want you to be a darker, sexier oil, or a quieter, more palatable pastel. And the effort that will go into becoming a shade that is not your own will weather you, it will age you, and it can hurt like hell. 

You mix in a little black to make your text message more mysterious. You mix in a little blue to appear cool when he asks if you’re serious. You mix in these colors trying to find the perfect shade of response to what you think they want. You ask your friends, “maybe a little darker?  Maybe a little brighter?  Maybe this and maybe that?” and they always say, “maybe, but make sure you remember to fade back.”

So what makes this relationship different than the ones in the past? With him, I say what comes to mind because I’m not worried if it’s right or if it’s time. With him, I curl up close because there’s space for me and the space he made is mine. I wish I could say what it was, or why it’s different, but all I can say is that when I am with him, I am saturated and blue, deep and vibrant. I am unequivocally and without effort the only color I ever really want to be. With him, I am cerulean.

Nom Nom Paleo: Another (Simpler) Version of Cauliflower Rice



Here’s my second attempt at making cauliflower rice. My first attempt was a little too involved, but this time I adapted this recipe from Elana’s Pantry. This version doesn’t require you to nuke the cauliflower and then fry it. Any way I can save steps is fricking awesome when I’m trying…

Yep. Posting a recipe here. So what? 

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking…ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”

Charles Baudelaire (via crowe-thompson)

I’m trying to understand myself
and pinpoint where I am,
When I finally get it figured out,
I’ve changed the whole damn plan…
Talking shit about a pretty sunset,
Blanketing opinions that I’ll probably regret soon,
Changed my mind so much I can’t even trust it,
My mind changed me so much I can’t even trust myself

Modest mouse (via tsedomouse)