June 2012
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“Happiness is like a butterfly.
The more you chase it, the more it eludes you....”
– Henry David Thoreau
This was the first really good day I’ve had for a while.
I’m glad my sister is home for the weekend.
:).
This will most likely sound very petty,
but starting tomorrow, I really, really need to focus on my diet. I’ve been stressed out and pissed off and disappointed as fuck lately, and all of that has caused me to treat my body like complete shit. I need to start taking care of myself again. I think improving my physical health is a good place to start in the process of bettering my overall quality of life. I’m tired of feeling...
At least you suck consistently.
I’ve learned to not be disappointed.
May 2012
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Deprivation.
I am disgusted I am lost I am alone I don’t know where to turn I don’t want anything now Please let that be enough to carry me away.
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Listen
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Words of wisdom from two of my favorite dudes >>> →
You will never understand how much you mean to me.
And I’ll never understand why you mean that much to me.
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“I am now convinced that organized religion is not the final truth in our search...”
– John W. Sloat
I love this quote. It puts into words that which I believe about religion and spirituality but have not yet been able to articulate this well.
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Approach.
I don’t enjoy discovering “answers” in life or “morals” to stories anymore.
I want to find a new approach. Do I need to ask more questions?
Or should I shut off my mind for once and actually listen?
This in itself is a paradox, because I’m asking questions right now that I expect answers for.
Fuck irony. It’s both my worst enemy and my greatest...
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Some.
I’m tired of writing. Lately, every word that is transferred from my mind onto paper is empty. It comes from deep in my subconscious, and when I read it later, I feel nothing for it, except that it was, perhaps, a miracle. It was a miracle that somehow, my thoughts and feelings made it out of me, and I was able to make sense of them when they were made material, when I organized and could analyze...
I'm realizing
that I can actually breathe again. Freely, openly— honestly.
I don’t have to settle any longer, or dissuade myself from my own convictions.
I know what I want now. It hasn’t left my mind for weeks.
I think I’ll do something for truly me. It’s a chance that I’m willing to take, now that I can see, and smile, clearly.
I’m reminded again why I love May....
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Knothead.
Unslept hours toss and turn by in the unsettled rain and nonexistent light. All I hear is the rushing boom of trucks bounding down the highway. I wish I was in one, set in the back among dozens of boxes, contently unaware of my destination. No decisions to make, no sentiments to fake; only sit, bounce, ride. I can’t say I haven’t tried to live in such a way. I probably try this once every...
Calling me predictable?
Okay. Go ahead and tell me what I’m going to do next.
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“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?”
– Albert Einstein
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Listen
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“There is glass between our touch, sentiments of former love.”
– Sleeping at Last (via coverwhatyoucan)
Just yesterday
I was talking about how much I missed Richmond.
But, for some reason, when I woke up this morning, I felt no desire to go back there anytime soon. I have no desire to revisit any of my past.
I really, for once, just want to move on completely. I’ve been treated so unjustly (for lack of a better word) these past few months that I am dying to find out if there’s actually anything...
Wake now, Prince; there’s a brilliant Sky above.
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A forgotten, frail part of me wants to try again.
Am I really forgiven?
I haven’t forgiven myself yet.
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The Walking Hangover
It’s really strange being awake while your hangover slowly but steadily sets in. Especially when you’re in the library and have been since you were still intoxicated. It was a bizarre night.
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Listen
I just slept sixteen hours. But I’m still tired. My body hurts. My throat is nearly swollen shut. And I can’t breathe out of my nose. I think I have mono.
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“Let others complain that the age is wicked; my complaint is that it is paltry,...”
– Søren Kierkegaard
Temperamental
There have been only two days in my entire life that I have had absolutely no desire to get out of bed in the morning (or afternoon, whenever I wake up). Today, well, technically yesterday now, was one of those days.
It all just keeps piling up.
And I feel like a dumb bitch for complaining.
We must learn to be lost graciously.
Failed faith.
Look after look, word after word, all things conveyed go unseen and unheard. Unfelt. You don’t know what I meant when I said it wasn’t real. Understanding was never a part of our deal. I grew exhausted of corrections, suggestions, so-called kind-hearted manipulations. I would say let go, and you’d take this and flow with my words to the edge of the cliff, where you’d stand at the brink, ...
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You look like a monkey. Forgot about those ears.
prying--eyes asked: S, A, R, H, M, O, N, I, D lol
I'm only doing this because of Anthony and Arnun.
sdmoniz.tumblr.com/ask
A. Available:
B. Birthday:
C. Crushing on:
D. Drink you last had:
E. Easiest person to talk to:
F. Favorite song:
G. Grossest memory:
H. Hometown:
I. In love with:
J. Jealous of:
K. Killed someone:
L. Longest friendship:
M. Milkshake flavour:
N. Number of siblings:
O. One wish:
P. Person who you last called:
Q. Question your asked the most:
R....
Listening to this makes me realize how little I...
