j. belisario


A haphazard collection of written works, paintings, photographs, random entries, and the musings of a boy's own search for love, life, and birthday cake.

(this is the latest extension of his previous documented quest, AUGUST.)

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Ask me anything.

“Why do you make it so hard to let people in?”

“I don’t want them to know what a fraud I really am. When I speak to these people about depression, I see myself as a beacon of light to help them out of their haze of darkness and confusion. From 9 to 5, I’m Mary fucking Sunshine guiding these poor lost souls back to the land of the sane and happy, but as soon as I get home I crack open a beer, have a smoke, and wallow in my own self-pity.”

12-0518-20.

Cabin fever.

3 of 3.

12-0518-20.

Cabin fever.

2 of 3.

12-0518-20.

Cabin fever.

1 of 3.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

12-0513.

Maybe this is why the good Lord sent me here to be a general duty Hospital Corpsman.

12-0508.

Who knew.

12-0416.

View of Oyster Bay from behind Tony’s Restaurant, Bremerton, WA.

12-0115.

First time in the snow, with my aunt Rina by Lake Union in Seattle, WA.

11-1123.

I hadn’t been home in five months since I left for bootcamp, but as soon as my plane touched the ground I headed for the place I truly felt was home, where I spent a good six years of my life learning and developing not just skills for visual merchandising, but about life in general, and I have Miss Stacey to thank for playing a major part in my growth.

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