May 2011
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Someday soon I’ll stand on the side wall and look forward at floor. Let me wonder. But let me move. Now I’m at the ceiling. No not to clean it, just to stare at the ground and wonder. This is me just staying long enough to leave a foot print, and take a memory. The ceiling is nowhere to stop. Unfortunately, the floor isn’t anywhere to stay either. Cut a whole through the top. I...
April 2011
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It’s not the time…nor the place. I just heard a song, and it just makes me want to dance. Slowly, a smile rises through the intro. Wow, these are amazing lyrics. Let’s hope no one notices. This is going to go crazy and I wish my life was the music video to this song. I’d dance on top of a table while everyone around would sit and eat their lunch. I’d wear neon colors....
Don’t let some stranger go around telling you what not to do.
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Oh, I must admit it does sound silly, stupid and absolutely ridicules. It doesn’t go to show that it is the counter argument, only the counter idiot. Truth is not proportional to the least of those capable of proving their point. Anyone who doesn’t have logical understanding of why they believe what they do, even if they are right, will look like a complete fool. Please, search for the...
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Please don’t apologize for writing something personal on Tumblr. Really, it’s not a privilege and it’s not anything anyone else won’t relate to. All good blogs tumblr blogs have a personal aspect to them. It makes posts stand out.
High standards + low skill level = Low self-esteem
This is the formula as to why most people don’t start and are likely to only continue with what they are sure of success in.
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Our beach used to be empty, a hundred years ago or so. The only thing a beach would bring was a boat. A walk on the beach, as anyone at that time might think, wouldn’t have had any ties to romance, and it most certainly wouldn’t have had anything to do with silly conversations such as, “excuse me sir I didn’t mean to trip over you and your towel.” A hundred years ago...
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Insecurity is being unhappy on the inside but blaming it on everything outside. This kind of problem is difficult to cure. It’s having a problem and asking for the wrong medicine. Situations on the outside can significantly improve but will always result in only momentary satisfaction. The insecurity is still there, and as a result, people either move onto something else in their lives that...
Few things, that are really important, have a price tag. Price tags are easy.
Someone said to me “Au revoir” and I asked them what it was and does it taste good. Definately a fail on my part.
Dear followers, and to those I also follow, I love most all posts that come up through my dashboard. Unfortunately, I’ve barely liked any posts. Please don’t take it personnaly if I’m a follower and haven’t liked any posts lately. It doesn’t mean I don’t read them or give them thought, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. One of these days I’m going to...
I was going to do something
and I forgot what it was
Ten minutes later I actually realized
that I forgot
to go get something to eat
Thanks Tumblr
For one short second I wished that everything could just be easier. It was then that I realized everything would be easier if I just worked harder. Give more time. Our lives aren’t built in a day and I wish it could be. This whole day to day thing is really starting to get to me, as if it wasn’t already.
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Everything is far off, and just for this moment, I think that’s all alright. The glow of the computer screen can’t touch me. In this moment no human can touch me. That’s alright with me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll mind. But maybe everything will come back from the horizen by that time. I doubt it. I won’t mind then either. I’ll enjoy my silence; just for a while.
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An empty page is the hardest place to start. There’s nothing to start with, and an empty page has so much potential. Honesty, it’s just what I was to myself when I search my mind looking for something worth notation. A blank page is only the beginning. Every story, every painting, and every composition of music ever notated has started with a blank page. Be it over the computer or down...
Words are powerful, and it’s strange to find something that can’t be described within itself. It is a realization only felt and before that time words never meant a thing. Suddenly in that moment words describe feelings and plans. The moment has changed.
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When something valuable is lost, such as a wallet, the proprietor of any lost object may quite possibly go through a series of events to find exactly what it is they might be looking for. These series of events have their own tendencies of being completely illogical. Until the victim, compelled to find their lost treasure, moves on toward their next process of elimination, it is quite possible...
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I’d like to know if people change and never go back. I’ve yet to find if we only push down a thousand different people inside only to watch one float at the top. No one feels inclined to hate themselves unless they regret who it was they weren’t. I’d like know, who are we really and who will we stay.
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Smiles, hugs and kisses are all sweet things. Kind words are always reassuring. If someone doesn’t seem irreplaceable, for better of for worse, then it’s just the snapshot. I don’t want to throw away words on the basis of a quick overview.
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On the side of a strange mountain laid an old, and quite worn out, informational center which seemingly had been abandoned quite abruptly. It was a small building only large enough for one room, an office desk close by the door, and a bathroom. Most of the lights had burned out on their own, save for a few that kept lit throughout the duration of their abandonment…this was one of the more...
As I recall, about a year from now, I was still in high school. On one of the lasts days of school I came across a computer that was logged onto facebook. A teacher’s aide was using it and had somehow unblocked it from the web sensor. I kindly wrote, “Oh my Gosh!!! I just saw the hottest guy!!” After that I logged out never to know what would happen to my beautiful words.
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Those things haven’t changed at all. But that’s not to say there’s something…different. The colors in this room haven’t been repainted and the worn out carpet still carries that awful smell. As time goes by really these things don’t move, and yet there’s always that feeling when we leave home. When all the furniture is in the truck and we take that one...
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If I could pause every moment in my life I’d use it for thought. I’d hold each moment in my hand just to decide what I’d do, who to be, how exactly to smile and I’d get a good look at each person expression in the room. If I could, I’d wonder who they possibly could be. I’d say hello to quite a few more people. Maybe I wouldn’t have spit personalities in...
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Being absolutely fine with ups and downs is a funny thing. This isn’t directed towards anything specific. It could really be anything. Relationships, moods and having to work can all apply. It’s usually common for these things fluctuate. They’re easier to deal with when there’s no doubt whether it will come around again or not. When it’s up, there’s really no...
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Writing is everything else. No, it’s just like everything else, just like everything else that requires work, practice, passion and the inevitable development of sweet talent. Anything beautiful with the capability to dance across our heart strings, writing is just like all those other things. No, we are writers when we place writing on its own as our own. Don’t forget to understand...
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I don’t want to blame other people for who I am. Who knows; maybe some crumby things really are going to come up and it really will be their fault. Chances are most people will end up getting stepped on, used, and lied to at one time or another for a thousand different selfish reasons. I wish it wasn’t a part of life, but it is, and so I don’t care. If I’m going to have...
There’s one thing I hate about not being able to sleep, besides not being able to sleep in itself (of course). Unwanted memories tend to pop up around this time. I’ve slammed my head against a pillow more then a few times.
Funny, those who seem to have the greatest for potential are the ones most likely to do absolutely nothing.
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I don’t want to go to sleep. I’ve fallen in love with a song. Every time I sleep I wake up feeling as if I’ve lived another life with each memory only on the tip of my tongue. Each note is a line and I don’t want to leave the full picture. I’ll hate waking, and so for a moment, I’ll hate sleep.
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Apologies imply plans to change
Or at least admitting it was a mistake
Love forgives over again
Make up reasons to yell
It all will build
Walls of
Crumble too
Crash on me
But also, crash on you
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If ignorance is bliss don’t plan on waking up anytime soon. The truth is only painful when we refuse to believe or act on it. It hurts to pay for our consequences. Ignorance is believing there won’t be any. Truth isn’t really painful. It’s coming out of ignorance that hurts.
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When our capacity to do more now (and less later) is at its highest, that’s when we truly begin to move forward. Tomorrow’s got a lot of expectations considering the number of times I’ve said to myself, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” So many expectations built over in the past week that I’m likely to put them off another day until each problem builds up past any...
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Tell me a story where there Isn’t a happy ending. So many people hate when they hope for something that doesn’t come. Almost as if their story really didn’t end the way it did, and now they really do want to hear the real ending. For once I want to read a book where the main character dies and not feel as if it wasn’t the real ending. No one wants to read stories like that....
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I can’t think of a single friend who I wish was still in my life, aside from those few who are still in it. I can’t get Oasis out of my head. Love isn’t proportional to how happy we feel in side, in fact, love isn’t proportional to anything. It is far above any measurement and is by far the most patience state of being we can ever be in.
Talent has never been proportional to acceptance or acknowledgment
Every artist, at least most, who have ever been asked, “How are you so good”
Spent countless hours in a room alone working at their own content.
Passion, more often then not, is the proportion.
