I remember when I used to be able to rest or relax. Ah… the good old days. Okay, nostalgia time is over Back to work. Work, work, party, sleep, work, sleep, work, social life, work, party, sleep, work.
My brain is on fire while my heart is on ice.
I was going to go on a big, dramatic,...
But I got 2 sentences in before I quit, and wrote this in its place. When I’m tired, I get bored waaay too easily. Sometimes, my laziness makes me RAGE. So instead… I dunno. I’ll just post the first song that comes to mind… Meh, I always loved this corny little gem (everyone forgets about The White Album):
Anonymous asked: Were you IN love with her?
Anonymous asked: Do you love her?
Anonymous asked: this blog has changed so much since i started following u. what happened?
Aren’t things supposed to get easier with time?
thenthecameraisoff: adistantdream: No, I didn’t wear purple today. Just like I didn’t donate to Haiti, or boycott BP, or free Tibet. Sue me. I don’t care, and I won’t waste my time on fad humanitarianism. I don’t need to impress anyone I’m sorry you feel this way. I can see how humanitarianism has become a fad, but does that have to be a bad thing? People learning to care about...
No, I didn’t wear purple today. Just like I didn’t donate to Haiti, or boycott BP, or free Tibet. Sue me. I don’t care, and I won’t waste my time on fad humanitarianism. I don’t need to impress anyone
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23 hours of pure madness. Sleep. I need sleep. Yours drowsily, A tired soul at 4 a.m.
A tall glass of harsh, straight bourbon, lewd jokes from friends, and flirting with decade-older women can soften even the worst of days. I can’t believe I’m paid for such debauchery.
A little boy is afraid of sharks. So he stays away from the water, afraid of being bitten. He studies them, and knows that most sharks are harmless, that there are so many other creatures dwelling in the big blue ocean, he probably won’t even see a shark at all. But he avoids the sea still. Keeping far away from boats and surfboards alike, never making it past the depth of his knee. You...
I Feel As If I Need
to do some immediate clarifying. Or maybe I need to beg, borrow, and steal. No matter what you call it, there are important things that I want you to know. First, I love hearing your stories. All of them, all the time, no matter what or who they’re about. So stop editing because you think something will annoyupsetbotheranger me. I sincerely doubt you could make me unhappy in any way by...
I Had A Semi Secret Loud Quiet Meltdown Today.
Well…actually, I had a forty-five minute conversation about my future with my vocal teacher. At which time I preceded to be very sarcastic and stressed and genuine and for the first time in forever say all the things that I needed to say. And mostly it kinda sucked. Because in the end I was ungodly stressed and ready to pound my head into a wall. But if I’m being honest with myself,...
Why? Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love...
Why must you get out of your own head? The most important person in your life is you, right? You should be the main focus; our primary priority should predominately be ourselves, correct? What is the self? It’s your brain, your thoughts, your consciousness and awareness, your mind, and every impulse that passes through it. Why should we attempt to flee the self, or live outside it? Not...
Small comforts and exciting evenings.
I need to “get out of my head”. I’ve decided I think much too much. My own labyrinth.
You still dominate nearly every waking thought of my inner existence. Damn, I miss you. How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?
Happy October First.