: I dream wildly and heavily every evening…So much... →
cultivatethehabit: I dream wildly and heavily every evening…So much in fact that I’m not even sure I’ve slept the night before. I’m often lucid but usually become confused throughout my day trying to decipher if this is dream state or reality. I’ve decided to update my tumblr with the dreams I’ve been having. Some… NOT strange at all. Dreams reflect so much of our life. I have no idea if...
The more I spend time with my peers, the more I realize I have nothing in common with them. I mean, in the real core of who I am. I can only name a handful of people who have been able to connect with me, rather then the majority with whom I eclipse into variant forms of my chameleon self-clinging to the most shallow of factors to link us together. When I’m at school, I wish I could carry a...
Don’t laugh, but I’ve always wanted to be a mail man. I think that would be the most perfect job for the spring/summer, spending my days driving through all the secret driveways and avenues I’ve never seen; all the tangled veins of the city. I could keep my windows down, listen to music, and deliver the mail. All day driving, what bliss!
If you listen to this song, you can hear some...
So be content with who you are, and don’t put on airs. God’s strong...– 1 Peter 5:7 (The Message)
Currently, I am sitting at my office desk, half staring at the plexiglass in front of me showing me my reflection and half staring out the window daydreaming as the blades of grass are flirting with the wind. I look forward and I see a face I don’t recognize sometimes. I look past that initial image to try to see what my eyes are hiding from other people, what they may be hiding from...
me: I guess I’m just really getting tired of falling for the wrong ones. It’s not that I mind the waiting, I just don’t understand why I have to go through all of this meaningless pain, you know? him: Well, we’re hopeless romantics, you and i. I guess that’s the hopeless part.
maybe i don’t know what love is but i do know that it should be easier then this. it should be free of complexities and confusion. it should feel like a light sigh on the brain, a feather on the heart. it should make you feel like you could do anything that presented itself to you, not make you want to sleep forever.
conversations in coffee houses
me: i envy those people sometimes, the ones that aren’t such deep thinkers and can look at something and only see the simple, the happy. instead of like me, seeing every part of the thing and feeling every part of it, taking on the sad and the raw and the real…. houst: well i think what you have to do is look at those things, and choose to see the happy and the simple.
one of the most underrated beauties of our time... →
Do dentists make anyone else feel like an absolute failure at life? I’m sorry that I don’t have 2.5 hours every day to floss. Some other factors in my life tend to take top priority of my time. What a modified torture.
sometimes i think banksy would be a lot like a modern Jesus. rebellious revolutionary challenging the status quo yet, humble-and not concerned about the identity behind the message. (loosely thinking)
its amazing what you can do when sleep is no longer an option. the words from “fix you” keep ringing through my brain, intoxicating my veins, twisting and burning in my chest, this restlessness is my drug. i’m so tired, but i can’t sleep i lay awake, praying chronically, as if its my lifeblood. it’s the only thing keeping me together. i’m growing so tired of...
finally some biscuits in the oven for a change
it continues to astound me, that no matter how many times you say it, i pretend like i don’t know it. when it comes to him, i am playing with fire. yet, i’m always bewildered that i get burned.
just a little humor for your day... →