(3 am is the strangest hour of all)
even the smallest movements,
a nail scratch against a tousled scar
the turn from page 40 to 41
a swallow, the silhouette of a shadow — which at 11 am
would have been invisible, silent, anonymous
is deafening
I don’t usually reblog, but, wow.
I think I can…definitley say, I’ve posted some extremely depressing things here.
SO. How about something happy?
Today, I love you and you and you!
When I see you I will hug you, and when I see you I hope you remember I love you!
The weather is beautiful, The times are profitable, and honestly, (I know I sometimes forget this), there is honestly nothing much to complain about, not today, not ever.
I’m thankful for my life, who I am, and new and old friends alike.
I’m also thankful for poptarts and red velvet cake.
:D
I’m back!
It’s been a while, but a lot has happened. Well the most important being, I got into my dream uni! After waitlists in a row, the acceptance couldn’t have come at a better time, and thank Buddha!
NYC. That’s where I’ll be! And I’m a little scared, going to such a bustling, big place by myself, not knowing anyone, and being my un-competitive self the fear of being pushed to the bottom is something I know I should be afraid of. (as my mother so kindly reminds me everyday) Greater minds, More intellects, things that I should keep in mind and be scared of, but honestly, I’m not.
I’m excited to meet these people! I’m excited to get lost in New York, and stumble upon things I’ve never dreamed of, people who will push me creatively and minds that work a little like mine.
So, all in all, I can’t wait for what this chapter will bring, and in 4 years, who I’ll be.
Bonne chance a tout des gens qui ont aller a le prochain chapitre dans leur vie!
Je vais vous voir sur l’autre côté.
Rejection is like a slap in the face
but much harder, so hard that you go numb
it’s like some one shoves their hands down your throat, takes your insides and squeezes them and wrings them.
and you want to throw up, but you can’t
because with rejection you can’t do anything.
It also really makes you contemplate whether, just because you wanted to do something for the past 12 years of your life, doesn’t mean you CAN actually do it.
I’ve never felt so lost.
It’s ironical that we’ve created a piece about the inner struggle
when all we’re doing is struggling for power and making it work.
Credit where it’s not due is being accredited. and where it is due, it goes unseen.
sigh, such is life.
Took 5 tabs of acid (first time doing it ever) and my friend gave me a bunch of acrylic paint. Painted it with my fingers tripping out of my mind. Also I’m colorblind, and don’t work with abstract work at all (I only have ever done drawing). Thought this was pretty whacky.
oh wow
wow wow wow wow
if you gave me 5 tabs of acid i’d paint you whatever you want
if you gave me 5 tabs of acid i’d get naked for you
bloody brilliant.
(Source: a private forum i visit)
I think I should just come out to the world as lesbian, life would be so much easier then.
I wish for, more than anything in the world (This is my most selfish desire) that I could go back ,just one day, just for 15 minutes, and meet The Beatles.
I wish I could hug them all, and say Thank You, for everything they gave the world.
I wish for this, more than anything in the world.
Now, i make jokes about places being shitty, America, India… Brazil. You name it, we all do.
And unless otherwise stated, I’m usually joking.
But i must admit I hate it when people come to my country and, extremely seriously, say things like “omg, i hate this country, it’s so smelly, the internet’s so bad, omg it’s so shit”
stfu, and go home then.
