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considering people’s taste in music, can I please meet someone as unbiased as I am? it seems this shit defines a lot of..details about you. i cannot find my music. been digging into old playlists and long forgotten bands, but it ain’t the same. i’m also on a break from mr. aubrey and queen b. new music is kinda scary, listening to it requires attention, devotion and patience. i’m not talking about music any more, am i? i might download or add it to my player, or even think it’s cool, but it’s too difficult to endure the whole song. it’s too long, too familiar, too boring, too simple, too dull…or maybe i need something else.

been working my ass off. feeling kind of great. it’s more peaceful. just gotta remember to allow myself to feel feelings, ya know..now…sleep, wake up, do things! 

lordylord, i’m not picky, just give me a man, a pinch of excitement and drama, and both sided, please, both sided
Aug 20, 2014 / 1 note

considering people’s taste in music, can I please meet someone as unbiased as I am? it seems this shit defines a lot of..details about you. i cannot find my music. been digging into old playlists and long forgotten bands, but it ain’t the same. i’m also on a break from mr. aubrey and queen b. new music is kinda scary, listening to it requires attention, devotion and patience. i’m not talking about music any more, am i? i might download or add it to my player, or even think it’s cool, but it’s too difficult to endure the whole song. it’s too long, too familiar, too boring, too simple, too dull…or maybe i need something else.

been working my ass off. feeling kind of great. it’s more peaceful. just gotta remember to allow myself to feel feelings, ya know..
now…sleep, wake up, do things! 

lordylord, i’m not picky, just give me a man, a pinch of excitement and drama, and both sided, please, both sided

why has updating my fb cover photo become such an important way of self-expression.?. if not the only one at this time, on saturday, after 13 hours of solo work in the coffee shop. tomorrow has the same scenario. don’t get me wrong, i love it. i just can’t take anything seriously. peachy and cynical at the same time. pretty sure i messed something up with the till tonight, and the alarm. oh well, ya live and ya learn
Aug 10, 2014 / 81 notes

why has updating my fb cover photo become such an important way of self-expression.?. if not the only one at this time, on saturday, after 13 hours of solo work in the coffee shop. tomorrow has the same scenario. don’t get me wrong, i love it. i just can’t take anything seriously. peachy and cynical at the same time. pretty sure i messed something up with the till tonight, and the alarm. oh well, ya live and ya learn

does my face say ‘come bullshit me’?
A dude who (apparently supposedly) suggested going out some time has a life-fucking-long gf. Who is my semi-boss. Life, go shite on ya own head (Hawick accent here).
Don’t wanna watch anything, read anything, go anywhere. Going to bed. Hustlin erryday, makin it bettah than yesterday. Hopefully, goddamnit.
Aug 4, 2014 / 2 notes

does my face say ‘come bullshit me’?

A dude who (apparently supposedly) suggested going out some time has a life-fucking-long gf. Who is my semi-boss. Life, go shite on ya own head (Hawick accent here).

Don’t wanna watch anything, read anything, go anywhere. Going to bed. Hustlin erryday, makin it bettah than yesterday. Hopefully, goddamnit.

So I worked my ass off. And they ain’t gonna pay me for that. WHAT? Training they say, well fuck you very much.
Shall we play a game? I’m not sure, urgh
Aug 1, 2014

So I worked my ass off. And they ain’t gonna pay me for that. WHAT? Training they say, well fuck you very much.

Shall we play a game? I’m not sure, urgh

The world is pointlessly full of complicated things with unimaginable solutions. When depressed, I used to have these superstitions or preconceptions about how I’m doomed, cursed, pathetic and will never find happiness and fairness. Or love for that matter. Every time I cyber stalked some random crush I’d have scenarios in my head, conversations etc., and then when in reality a few ‘hellos’ were the only things going on I would freak out, panic and fall into the sweet, pleasantly painful self-pity. Which, by the way, is immeasurably easier than putting yourself out there - to the voluntary public acting stage, where you play yourself.
Well, I don’t know how true this is, but things are nothing more than a crazy motherfucking GAME everybody plays. I don’t think there’s a way back to thinking all this life, death, love, career thing is SERIOUS. This will sound very weird, but after some certain things I did in the past couple of weeks or so I figured that I am not alone in myself. No, there are no strange voices saying random scary stuff, but I sometimes feel the company of my (sub)consciousness fighting for/against me (or not fighting at all, just showing things).
It’s questionably normal. Substances, right? But I don’t get stuck on things anymore. I can constantly move forward and keep playing. Yeah, baby, play hard.

…we are crazy alrite…
Jul 29, 2014 / 2 notes

The world is pointlessly full of complicated things with unimaginable solutions. When depressed, I used to have these superstitions or preconceptions about how I’m doomed, cursed, pathetic and will never find happiness and fairness. Or love for that matter. Every time I cyber stalked some random crush I’d have scenarios in my head, conversations etc., and then when in reality a few ‘hellos’ were the only things going on I would freak out, panic and fall into the sweet, pleasantly painful self-pity. Which, by the way, is immeasurably easier than putting yourself out there - to the voluntary public acting stage, where you play yourself.

Well, I don’t know how true this is, but things are nothing more than a crazy motherfucking GAME everybody plays. I don’t think there’s a way back to thinking all this life, death, love, career thing is SERIOUS. This will sound very weird, but after some certain things I did in the past couple of weeks or so I figured that I am not alone in myself. No, there are no strange voices saying random scary stuff, but I sometimes feel the company of my (sub)consciousness fighting for/against me (or not fighting at all, just showing things).

It’s questionably normal. Substances, right? But I don’t get stuck on things anymore. I can constantly move forward and keep playing. Yeah, baby, play hard.

…we are crazy alrite…

It’s upside down. For a few days I was happier than ever. It’s freedom, dude, everything’s a game. 
Of course this way’s better. But not when you’re playing all by yourself.
Oh look, it’s Monday. Gotta get up, fix the face and head to sign a job contract.
All I want is to be forgiven. Then again you can never really know what’s going on in other people’s minds. That’s the key of the game.
Pardon my newbie astonishment. I’ll get skilled, I promise.
xoxox
Jul 28, 2014 / 1,337 notes

It’s upside down. For a few days I was happier than ever. It’s freedom, dude, everything’s a game. 

Of course this way’s better. But not when you’re playing all by yourself.

Oh look, it’s Monday. Gotta get up, fix the face and head to sign a job contract.

All I want is to be forgiven. Then again you can never really know what’s going on in other people’s minds. That’s the key of the game.

Pardon my newbie astonishment. I’ll get skilled, I promise.

xoxox

(via nevver)

kakariekū
Jul 26, 2014 / 1 note

kakariekū

It’s never exactly how you think,
planning to fly - you fucking sink.
Easy ain’t interesting, but I’ve had enough,
time to recover, it’s gonna be rough.
Jul 22, 2014 / 1 note

It’s never exactly how you think,

planning to fly - you fucking sink.

Easy ain’t interesting, but I’ve had enough,

time to recover, it’s gonna be rough.

I’ll be annoying and bitchy if I need to.
The things that piss you off in others are usually what you hate the most in yourself. No need to beg for anyone’s acceptance. Shit’s real, it runs fast.
Jul 21, 2014

I’ll be annoying and bitchy if I need to.

The things that piss you off in others are usually what you hate the most in yourself. No need to beg for anyone’s acceptance. Shit’s real, it runs fast.

IT’S JUST WRONG.
Jul 20, 2014

IT’S JUST WRONG.

I couldn’t read the messages I sent yesterday. Deactivated my fb account for a bit. I begin to think this internet thing does not add happiness to my life AT ALL. I really gotta get in peace.

So I was walking home from a night out, alone, again. Streets were incredibly empty, I was strolling in the very middle of them, on the white line, just in case there was a rapist creeping somewhere around. A few cars pass, “I’m an inch away from being a total tramp” I think and try to stop another taxi while listening to Beyonce. Yep, queen B, I’ve been drinkin I’ve been drinkin. I can feel the money I put in my bra, so clever I can’t even. A taxi full of people stops and gives me a free ride home, not that there’s a huge distance left.

Full-time nobody. Can we please skip the part where I self-destruct and jump straight to the happily ever after?
Is it ever even gonna happen for homegirl though.
Jul 14, 2014 / 3 notes

I couldn’t read the messages I sent yesterday. Deactivated my fb account for a bit. I begin to think this internet thing does not add happiness to my life AT ALL. I really gotta get in peace.

So I was walking home from a night out, alone, again. Streets were incredibly empty, I was strolling in the very middle of them, on the white line, just in case there was a rapist creeping somewhere around.
A few cars pass, “I’m an inch away from being a total tramp” I think and try to stop another taxi while listening to Beyonce. Yep, queen B, I’ve been drinkin I’ve been drinkin. I can feel the money I put in my bra, so clever I can’t even. A taxi full of people stops and gives me a free ride home, not that there’s a huge distance left.

Full-time nobody. Can we please skip the part where I self-destruct and jump straight to the happily ever after?

Is it ever even gonna happen for homegirl though.

93% or more, that’s how much I’ve gotta get on my entrance exam. Dude, that’s impossible.
Currently: melancholic, dependent, unhopeful, lonely, horny, hungry, sleepy, scared and…perhaps ready to stop all this shite, gonna fight my scumbag pussy genes
Jun 30, 2014

93% or more, that’s how much I’ve gotta get on my entrance exam. Dude, that’s impossible.

Currently: melancholic, dependent, unhopeful, lonely, horny, hungry, sleepy, scared and…perhaps ready to stop all this shite, gonna fight my scumbag pussy genes

I FEEL FUCKING WEIRD.
WHAT IS THIS SHIT?
WHO IS THIS PERSON?
OH MY GOD I’M TURNING INTO A HUMAN, DISGUSTED WITH ONESELF, BUT SELF-LOVING. NO SUICIDAL SELF-HATRED DETECTED.
how do I keep this up? should I keep this up? will it go away once I’m off the meds? who the (sane) fuck would want to marry me? or have my kids? oh my god oh my god oh my god#smokingpriests
Jun 23, 2014

I FEEL FUCKING WEIRD.

WHAT IS THIS SHIT?

WHO IS THIS PERSON?

OH MY GOD I’M TURNING INTO A HUMAN, DISGUSTED WITH ONESELF, BUT SELF-LOVING. NO SUICIDAL SELF-HATRED DETECTED.

how do I keep this up? should I keep this up? will it go away once I’m off the meds? who the (sane) fuck would want to marry me? or have my kids? oh my god oh my god oh my god
#smokingpriests

It seems there’s a pattern here: I get a physical wound once I get rid of some unpleasant memory. Now, my knee is pulsing, it hurts to walk a bit, but I have to admit this sort of pain is somehow satisfying. I don’t want to worry there’ll be a huge scar all over it, cuz it’ll be my scar and I love it already. This feels weird. Am I blocking feelings or am I just over the goddamn guilt? I’m not afraid to express love, I get on with my folks, I don’t hate myself or think I ought to please everyone. A little risky thing over here is liquor. I took a nap on my building’s stairway, literally on the stairs. Woke up on my own, haven’t lost anything, so that’s good. Googling AA and problem drinking sites. I sure don’t want to drink often, but when I start, I see it as an opportunity to free my Ego from my timid ID (#psychology). So, obviously, there’s a problem here. Gotta introduce them homies to each other and make ‘em collaborate. Peace.
Jun 22, 2014 / 1 note

It seems there’s a pattern here: I get a physical wound once I get rid of some unpleasant memory. Now, my knee is pulsing, it hurts to walk a bit, but I have to admit this sort of pain is somehow satisfying. I don’t want to worry there’ll be a huge scar all over it, cuz it’ll be my scar and I love it already. This feels weird. Am I blocking feelings or am I just over the goddamn guilt? I’m not afraid to express love, I get on with my folks, I don’t hate myself or think I ought to please everyone. A little risky thing over here is liquor. I took a nap on my building’s stairway, literally on the stairs. Woke up on my own, haven’t lost anything, so that’s good. Googling AA and problem drinking sites. I sure don’t want to drink often, but when I start, I see it as an opportunity to free my Ego from my timid ID (#psychology). So, obviously, there’s a problem here. Gotta introduce them homies to each other and make ‘em collaborate. Peace.

This is totally so yesterday’s concept, but it still tickels sth in my throat:
‘Party girls can’t get hurt
Can’t feel anything, when will I learn?
I push it down, push it down’

Maybe, I’m finally realizing what life would work for me. But I tripped today, why the fuck? Inner me is riding through the mountains. I need peace from processing everything.

#FrenchFilm #blackandwhite #oldschool #immortal #man #hat #sia #chandelier #exhausted #dontdrivetoofast
Jun 16, 2014

This is totally so yesterday’s concept, but it still tickels sth in my throat:
‘Party girls can’t get hurt
Can’t feel anything, when will I learn?
I push it down, push it down’

Maybe, I’m finally realizing what life would work for me. But I tripped today, why the fuck? Inner me is riding through the mountains. I need peace from processing everything.

#FrenchFilm #blackandwhite #oldschool #immortal #man #hat #sia #chandelier #exhausted #dontdrivetoofast