Hey Ya, Obadiah Parker
Last night I kept thinking of what it would be like to be old. Who would be in my life? Where would I be? Would I be happy? The whole shebang. And as the night went on, I stopped caring. Lately I’ve noticed that I hardly know myself as a person. I hate it, because I get to worrying that maybe I’m not even my own person. What if I am just a reflection of all the people that have come...
Often later when I’m sleeping you show up in my dreams. Just doing simple...– La Dispute (via gutitout)
Last night it was like I was in a blanket of music. Shitty music, but music nonetheless. It was just me, the music, and the walls. And those evil little cheese puffs - I officially hate the color orange. For now at least. It felt like I wasn’t there last night. And today is probably the complete opposite. Life feels very real and I feel super aware of everything. I’ve realized...
blogsecret: It scares me to see what people are becoming. I always used to think that being able to see how people grew up and evolved was exciting. But now, it terrifies me; only because i dont want it to happen to me.
Kyoko has a blog: Lessons Learned: 2011 →
brain-food: Make your own adventure: Regardless of how trivial it is. Make an adventure out of. Create a treasure map to the grocery store, make up a whole different identify for yourself at Starbucks, speak with a different accent for an entire day. Doesn’t matter what it is, just make it an adventure. I found that finding a bit of joy within the mundane can always make a day memorable. It’s...
WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?
North Korea Leader Kim Jong Il Has Died →
All I can think right now is, seven gallons. Seven fucking gallons. It’s just glued in my brain. And now we’re getting the exact answer. With Keeaira, VJ, Ver, and Laurelle. Why are we still talking about trash? Oh, the joys of being informed.