So, last night, probably one of the best of my life. Best people, best shit, best venue, best time of my life. Now today, not so much. But, it’s understandable. Because last night, is probably unreplicable.
What a beautiful thing this is, to have no pressure in this.
I need some confidence, In order to do what I’ve been planning to do for the past month.
Sometimes I like to come up with things that don’t make sense, so that I may figure them out myself.
Merit crutch, stolen wretched refuse, of my teaming resonance. I promise, temperance towards breed, with a leaning conscious. See, the creed acts, sense responsive, but my acts support the wattage, and I’m sleeping now! Wow! Yeah.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day. That’s all I really have to say, Because lately, I haven’t had the time of day, To do things like this, and be that as it may, I’ve been happy lately, and in order to be that way, It’s little things like this, I have to do everyday.
I’ve never been more tired in my life. My eyes hurt and my brain hurts. I’m dehydrated. I really just want to sleep. But I’m happy.
You know what? I don’t even mind going to school tomorrow. I am happy.
I’m so wrong about so many things, But lately I’ve been feeling right. Yeah, that’s right. I fucking love the Smiths. I need to get off of tumblr and do this essay.
I love being occupied, but I hate to occupy my mind. I love being weary, but I hate being tired. I love to write, but I hate to draw. I love to think, but I hate the anxiety of the result. I love to read, but I hate finishing pieces. I love to dream, but I hate to sleep. Sometimes all I want is to be quiet, and sometimes I can’t stop speaking. Sometimes I just want to think, and...
There’s a bee in my bedroom. It’s winter. Whaaaaat.
I just need a lazy weekend. One to be alone, one to think, one to sleep, one to do nothing involving anything that might cause me stress or anxiety or fret or fear, or even physical strain. But I don’t really want to do it alone; because I’d love to spend it with company.
I really want to do, Just what my body wants to.
Talia Stocchetti is the Hipsteriest of Hipsters.
I can’t help it.
Reasons why I’m happy. New Clothes. I kind of like my new haircut I think. Gymnastics. I’m able to skateboard again. I’m going skiing on Saturday. I’m going to be getting glasses, so I can see things rather than wishing I could. I’ve been writing my ass off. I just learned how easy it is to get music for free. My cat is fucking crazy. I have friends. Why...
Know what I love? Amanda Palmer.
We’re fucked. This country’s fucked. Everybody’s Rude and disrespectful and fucked. We’re fucked.