Manage me., by Arecksrander Rereum Gashkarff

Manage me,
I am a mess,
swept under the rug of yesterday's home improvement,
a whimsical urge tossed aside for the easy reassurance of home and comfort.
I am the photograph tucked away as a book-mark,
in a book left half unread,
once reopened to find memories crawling back into peripheral sight,
faded, creased and lonely.
I long to be admired,
long to be held, torn and laughed at,
laughed with,
like a distant relative or an old friend breathing in their last breath.
I missed the moment when time collapsed and memory was erased,
replaced by finicky social experiments,
lost in the blur of intoxication,
sucked through multi-colored bendy-straws,
making way for a spinning world where hub-caps stood still,
but our vision didn't.
If I could leave you with only one thing,
it would be small, foldable, and made from trees,
with a few careless words,
scribbled in blue;

Take a minute to learn me,
take a moment to love me,
because I need your love to live,
and without it,
I am nothing.

a couple of years ago, alex gaskarth picked this gem apart and turned it into the song, "weightless." i kind of miss old all time low. 

My mom got me some art pencils for my birthday, and I figured it would be high time to put them to use. This is album cover art from Sleigh Bells' "Reign of Terror."

The Killers. Oh, how you just eat me alive. Why did it take so long for me to fully appreciate you guys for all you're worth? Y'all are simply insane. Just insanely good.