January 2010
56 posts
I don’t think any of us have time to dizzy ourselves with ideologies or religions. The life you’re in now is all that matters, so what does it matter if there’s life after death. You won’t really know until you’re dead, so until then maybe we should really explore the beauties of this life. Inspiration is making me feverish and winding up my imagination. I would like...
What are your favorite words?
“Chaos” “brilliant” “splendid” “skippy” “shmahugana” and anything in a wisconsin accent.
tradingliquorforblood:
delayniekoenig:
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I have a stamp on my forehead. Is this relevant? I think not.
But it is smiling, so I shant complain.
How was your day?
The problem with bored, teenage, americans today:
They’re so god damned caught up in trying to be unique or different. A trend is a trend, no matter how far apart it is from jock or prep, it is still a mother fucking trend. When will you all wrap your little minds around the fact that you are not unique with clothes or with beliefs. You can say you’re unique when you begin to be...
You’re not addicited… you’re just bored.
Today was chaotic: anticipating the panic attack, like waiting for a storm. After some deep breathing, I found the storm was over before it began. So congratulations, the years of meditating finally paid off. After school Em and I made up a song on the piano (a fucking masterpiece!!!) And then to top it off, I went to yoga with an old friend. What a brilliant day.
Though I do miss Yogi the Bear...
It just started to rain. I can hear it from just outside my window. Sleep has escaped my narrowing range of abilities. The circles darken under my eyes as days seem to drag on. I’m so fucking tired, and have been for too long. I need some vitamins bitch.
Anna and I are going to attend church on sunday. When we’re there we will spontaneously break out into seizures and act as though “the lord has healed our souls”. It should be great.
Watching
the antique roadshow with my dad.
Is it possible to be fraud and not know it?
“Spoiler alert: Snape kills Gatsby!”
– Valeri
Be part of my
social expirement.
I’m making a documentary!
Today was such a brilliant day.
All was resolved and I’m at peace with the world… except now I have mono. :/
On a completely unrelated note, there are way too many social cleches. It’s almost impossible not to be catagorized. It’s as if people try to fall under lables. I can understand if it gives them a sense of security in who they are as a person. Considering our stage...
It feels good when
people draw on me.
I want art on my back.
My favorites.
julian plenti. los campesinos! bombay bicycle club. land of talk. shocking pinks. bon iver. frightened rabbit. explosions in the sky. stars. weepies. electric owl. copeland. radiohead. ray laMontagne. ben harper. louis armstrong. billie holiday. rougue wave. nick drake. crosby, stills and nash. meiko. the myrmidons. adele. kate nash. whitley. horse feathers.
Chopping off
my hair!
…tomorrow.
Fuck it.
