In that same hour

said to the multitudes

Are you come out as against a thief with swords and staves

for to take me

I sat daily with you teaching in the temple

and you laid no hold on me

To:Wilhelmina

From :

"you make me feel like shit for working and everything else that's said

why dont you get inspired

you're my muse

you stir me

the artist isnt inspired by surrounding

the surroundings are inspired by the artist

you drown in tv and sleeplessness

write something paint something break something

grab me by the arm and let's fly off somewhere

jesus fucking christ wake up!

you're beautiful!

i'm telling you this as your best friend.

stop fucking succumbing to the garbage in life.

everyone, i mean everyone fucking has it.

neither of your parents or mine have killed themselves

and they're all going through hell."