Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
LOVE.HOPE.HATE.
"I don’t truley know what these words mean. I say them, post pictures of them and write one lined text posts about them, but I really don’t know what they mean. I’m changing and growing and learing, but I think I might be going too slow. I want to know these things, but I’m afraid. I’m scared of growing up. Why grow up? Isn’t it a painful process? Doesn’t it kill your youth? or is it something beautiful, like a gradual transition in adulthood remiscent to that of a caterpillar becoming a buterfly? Over here I’m falling apart again. From a thing I call “love”. I think I love this person. She knows me so well, and says that I know her so well. She amazing. I think I love her, and we get along so well. I tell her everything, and I think she tells me everything. I don’t think I’ve ever hoped for anything, only wished for silly material things, and about hate. I’ve never hated anyone or anything. I also hope I never do. There are so many better things to do."
i can't put my finger on why, but this is one of the most sincere and insightful little writings that i've stumbled upon in a while. i haven't been around my blog lately, and i've been battling myself about my yomissb.com site, but this was something i really wanted to share with my readers (o: i hope you find some solace in it too.
Monday, October 19, 2009
#fatbastard
lesson of the day:
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
let's do it
"If you don’t feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then probably what you are doing isn’t very vital."
John Irving

















