Designated Doodler

I didn't choose the sloth life. The sloth life chose me.

A few of my Spotify playlists: Do you miss someone? Are they gone for good? Then playlist is perfect! It will help you dive deeper into your conflicted emotions, leaving you feeling contemplative and perhaps sleepy. This mix is made up of the best artists, and it's sure to meet your mood. Sometimes I Miss You Feeling like you could walk out your front door and conquer the world? Well, don't go without this playlist.  Uplift Are you suffering from writers block? Take a sledgehammer to that mental block with this rich, moving, and subtly emotional playlist. It will reconnect you to your innermost feelings, clear your mind, and hopefully assist you on your literary journey. Also great to study to. Writing Music

Are you young and hot? Are you 25 or wishing you were? Either way, you should listen to my epic Spotify playlist "25." Being in your mid-twenties may not be quite the party you expected, but hey, you have your youth and this awesome playlist, what more could you need? Take three hours to forget your money troubles, forget your relatives who keep asking when you'll have kids, forget all the crap you'll have to do at work tomorrow or the laundry in the dryer that won't fold itself and take some time for yourself. This adrenaline spiked rush of music will cheer you up no matter what, so have a listen:  https://open.spotify.com/user/1238974911/playlist/1JxNdlYqkGQO0nLfoNpo95 And check out these awesome Buzzfeed stories related to being in your 20s: 25 Times 30 Rock Accurately Described Your Quarter Life Crisis 25 Movies You Need To See Before You Turn 25 22 Things That Make All 20 Somethings Feel Old 12 Guys Every Girl In Her 20s Wishes She Could Dat...

Your skin is a series of scars A storybook of abuse, written in fractures and breaks Everyday you wake up and wonder what it would take To gather your soul and move from this place It's a long walk And you can't breathe With the dust caked in your lungs And dried tears crusted in your eyes Floundering beneath the weight of fermented lies And the bag of broken hopes strapped to your spine Somewhere along the line You forgot what it was to be fine It's easy to step into the abyss Beneath the burning Iowa sun What makes it simple is that You're no one's son It gets old Visiting your father's grave on your birthday Coming up with good enough lies to say To an angry drunk stepfather Or a way to beg along a dirt road For a brother who's running away But the day that Danny was killed Was the moment you knew you couldn't stay With every single step Comes a flash of an indelible, unbearable past... Daddy's cherry red car slipping...

*I wrote this poem based on the song that is below. I  recommend listening to the song while reading the poem ;) I found a song call Quesadilla    It makes me hungry It makes me hum It makes me happy I'll give you some Let your long hair down Turn your head inside out And take a listen Have a bite of mine And make it yours Turn your ears into Your eyes On an adventure In a tree house balloon Past the bright blue skies To walk the moon

I share too much, or so I've been told. I've been warned about internet creepers and creepers in general. But before my birthday, I like to look back at the past year and see what's been accomplished/what I'm grateful for. It's good to write this shit down now, before I forget it. 1) Landing two awesome jobs. One full time, one part time. My coworkers are awesome at my real job and at my less real job, I've learned that I've got what it takes to guide 50+ tipsy adults through a painting. 2) Getting published twice. Once in a poetry journal and once in "Review of My Cat," which you can buy HERE . 3) Having an online presence! My little baby blog surpassed 11,195 visitors this year! AND, a grand total of 48,475 have read my fanfiction, from last December to today.       My favorite drawing from this year: My favorite painting from this year: 4) Being in a TV commercial and working at a place where there is an abundance of...

There is a song That pulls at me It's like a pitch black night With no stars In a quiet apartment TV loud and bright Or a long bike ride In the cold of winter When your own breath Tickles your lungs Stings your throat And makes you cough It feels like the inside Of a cardboard box That will carry away The parts of your life That you've gathered On lonely afternoons At quiet bookstores With green carpet

Freezing nights Loopy shots Remember the song You swear you forgot I can hear you smile Over the music I can feel Your eyes Come alive Walk with me into the dark It doesn't matter where you parked Forget who I am So that we can meet again Start all over To end up here again Keys rattle and shine Hung by my side And by the smile on your lips you already know that you're mine Three in the morning Laughing over In and Out burgers It's getting colder Tuck me into your shoulder The lights of the night Dance in your clear blue eyes And I see my reflection there Hands strung in deep brown hair Wherever you go I want to be there

One of my favorite bands the XX just released their latest album. Could I possibly be more excited?!?! I know what I'm listening to while waiting for the newest episode of Covert Affairs...

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