IForgotToPost,ButNoOneWasCountingOnIt

you are Geppetto and I am Pinocchio

i didn't rehearse for any of this

i have so many crescent moons on my body 

i don't get recommendations a lot

i don't go out a lot

⚰️🌹

5/7

MyGrandfatherUsedToCallMeMrStoic

I have so many questions but only a few answers

(not questions like, "why are we here?" and "why do we fall in love?" but questions like, "why do we zone out?" and "why are robbers usually depicted with black and white striped shirts?")




i want you to play me the songs that mean something deep in your heart

(not songs that necessarily sound beautiful but songs that mean something beautiful)




speak to me in your native tongue

undress me with your words

baptize me in your bathtub

bury me in your garden




4/7

MakeAsMuchNoiseAsYouCan

things in my life are slow and i am the only one who can really change that

you recommend i get help and i'm afraid to admit i'm broken

i got a fortune cookie that said a big project was in my future.

"are you one of them?"

i'm sorry if you're reading this and i'm especially sorry if you're my (future) son

i didn't want you to think of me like this

mr nelson, i'm sorry if you're reading this

brooklyn, you told me that you liked my last blog post and it made me smile

kenna, i'm sorry

if mark twain could read my writing i don't really know what his response would be because i'm not familiar with his work but if kanye west read it i don't think he would like it very much.

i don't know and i'm sorry are phrases i use too often

i _____ you, and i'm not joking

i have a lot more to say than these other artists

(i'm just not sure how to speak)

3/7

WeWereHereFirst

i want you to know that the only movie i have cried in is big fish and it wasn't even sad

i got prescribed glasses when i was in the sixth grade but i don't wear them unless i'm at the movie theater or driving

i don't know why i am writing this, i don't like talking about myself very much

i don't go to church anymore

i don't follow back a lot of people on instagram/twitter and i don't really know why, i am just weird like that and i guess would like to be better friends before i follow you back? (but i follow people i've met maybe once??)

i just got a job, and i drink more coffee lately than i have in a long time

i don't get a lot of sleep, but that's nothing new

a girl asked me the other day what my favorite childhood memory was and i didn't know how to answer. it's not that i didn't have a good childhood, it's just that the good memories faded away and i'm just left with sad/scary memories (i don't hate my childhood)

i remember in the third grade a girl called shayni told the people at my table a scary story and i was so scared.  i remember telling my teacher about the story and crying and she made the class sit down 

with me and tell me jokes. 

my writing doesn't go anywhere or solve anything, i don't think anyone really reads my posts but that's fine i'm just writing for myself i suppose. 

2/7

MyMumCutHerFingerBadToday

sunday october second two thousand (and) sixteen

plans for this week:

• i will write something new (and post it) every day (of this week)
• i will go to bed before one o clock in the morning (of this week)
• i will not do drugs
• i will make a new friend every day (of this week)
• i will do 10+ pull ups and 20+ push ups every night (of this week)

please listen to blond(e) by frank ocean and 22, a million by bon iver. those are two albums that i have grown to love and they actually have influenced me a bit and made me think/see things differently. musicians don't usually influence me a whole lot, so when an album or song makes me "feel something", then i trust it? (i don't know)

start doing things differently

the first kiss/girlfriend/love i had is getting married in thirteen days

the last kiss/girlfriend/love i had just unfollowed me on social media

"honey, understand that i have been left here in the reeds" 

11:18pm, signing out, goodnight, see you tomorrow,

zachary chandler ford

1/7

You'reABird,FlyAway

i suppose i am sorry for not writing a lot, and mr. nelson had a meeting, that i showed up for and then i didn't show up to the second one but that's because i was out of town and im sorry, i promise i wanted to go. 

this isn't good writing this is just writing, please get used to just writing.

some girl i was with tonight said something about driving the car into the wall barrier and killing us all but not wanting to harm others and then laughed and said she was just kidding but her scars said other wise and i knew that none of us were joking

i am your cigarette butt, you smoke me and once you're done you throw me in the bushes

throw me in the bushes

let me live with the bugs

i picked you some flowers and you said they hung their heads and i don't know if that's a metaphor but who cares, 

it shouldn't have been so special

you were just a girl and i was just a boy

are you the victim or am i

i don't know if i should listen to happy music or sad music / i don't really know the difference a lot of the time / i don't listen to music like that / we all hear things differently

i don't know if the Democratic Party is the donkeys or the elephants

thank you micah for being awake so late and talking to me and being honest

im reading so many unhelpful, useless articles

i always signal when driving but never wear my seatbelt

we sometimes talk but it's so small i don't know if it even matters

today i asked God how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop and he said he doesn't know

i can't find my chapstick anywhere

my lungs hurt when i take deep breaths

my phone charger is broken

check out zacford.vsco.co or instagram.com/spookyzac to see some pictures of what ive been up to instead of writing, i don't know






i hate this

DontTellMyMum

im in hawaii


girls confuse me


grapes are so good


i miss bailey a lot


and other people too


i guess

everything is so slowed down, down here

time is slow

Bb


im just stuck on repeat


fake skin like a chameleon


i just want to talk to baailey on the phone but she doesn’t like to, so we don’t


i hope daisy is okay

malls aren’t too impressive


don’t find a lot of joy in shopping

even though i always asked to go, when my mum went


i guess i just liked spending time with her, and

she’d buy me lunch afterwards sometimes

car crashes aren’t too scary but now i find myself on edge more

not because the fear of dying, but living

seagulls were probably in the air, yes


this 

i dont know what this is


why i did this


put ‘em in the dirt


she forgot the question mark


but i think we all did


because i don’t know if everyone wants happy days


let me live my 3G life


the contagious smile life


the wake up at 5 sleep go to bed at 11 life


baileys mum is real nice


I accidentally told her bailey and I kissed

and I just told all of you

but im living a fine life

really could use some Arizona tea right now


but i always forget my favorite flavor

wavy wavy wavy

good afternoon, sweetheart

Hope You Have a safe drive,

zac ford