i feel like i could write a whole book about how i feel, maybe more. if someone were to ask me, i couldn’t even form a sentence about it. the slow strong silent thinkers. i sit and hold my breath waiting for the pounding of my heart to stop, but it never will. i feel too strongly and love too strongly and hate too deeply and think too much. my head spins and i think too much that i can’t even think anymore. everyone talks constantly but i don’t know what about. i fall in love with the simplest things and everything hurts. i hate myself for being quiet but i’m afraid if i open my mouth, one day, all of the emotion inside of me will fall out. then what?
woah, woah. fuck you friday was a little bit late this week because i was in a really good mood all weekend. not anymore! so i bring you: this cake. it’s vegan, triple rainbow layer, pomegranate. FUCK YOU.
I CANNOT STAND THE ANTICIPATION. i’m going to Los Angeles California in 4 days and my heart is exploding out of my fucking chest!
Sometimes in life,
when everything works out,
I have to believe in something.
I’ll believe in me.
what if i just post pictures all day long. whatchya gonna do.
i guess i’ll just spend the rest of my sleepless night playing bass to the replacements wondering where all the cute ladies who wanna drink coffee with me are.
i’m sort of confused about how to live life.
hiro and i are too tired to LIVE.
i finally have a bumpin’ stereo thanks to christa. since i’ve moved every 4 months for my whole life until now, i totally forgot that it’s OKAY to own possessions. maybe i’ll actually get a turntable too, damn.
Apple Pie Cheesecake and my dirty desk.
Things worth taking note of: heart shaped pan, black studs, hop along flyer, awesome cat weapon Krystina got me…
a smiths song or something
i haven’t thought about how shy and awkward i used to be in a while because i’ve spent so much time overcoming it. everyone still thinks i’m quiet and awkward, but really if you didn’t know me a few years ago, oh boy, you have seen nothing. or like when i was in school and it was debilitating to the point of not going to high school. comparatively, i am doing pretty good these days, so just let me live in my own world where i think i am outgoing and friendly please, because i’ve been working very hard towards that and come a long way. i guess i don’t actually care that much what people think of me, but here’s to forgetting the past and living in denial anyway.
i can’t be good for my guitar to be playing with a root beer bottle cap as a pick and a capo made out of a bike tube, BUT SURELY it is good for diy.
Live in lonesome ache.
i downloaded this anagram figurer outer, and now i can’t get off the computer. my full name makes up the most accurate sentences. this is addicting.
