i just shivered. totally. but maybe it's just the weather.

oh but now i hate the idea of 'a right time and/or place'. and by hate, i mean like.

because it's true. i want to say things, i want to do things. but i am too afraid, or maybe i am not afraid enough and it's keeping my mouth shut. i can't find the balance because i'm afraid of what it will show me and i know that i will end up looking like some sort of murderer.

i hate the idea of 'easier said than done'.

i had a wonderful night. and now i'm about to go spend the night at my old apartment and in the morning i'm going to the mountains with a person that i really need to speak to. i think it will be nice.

i bought a train ticket but didn't go. i realized as i was boarding the car that i didn't want to see the buildings, i wanted to see the ocean. so i went to the ocean and listened to nick drake think to his highest volume potential in big black headphones. i wore a hood and read the fountainhead on the sand and every so often i would look up until ( Read more... )

i want one of those memory ray guns they have in men in black.

Achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness, not pain or mindless self-indulgence, is the proof of your moral integrity, since it is the proof and the result of your loyalty to the achievement of your values.
i'd rather be a tree. swear.

i want to yell sometimes. my entire point is rarely ever understood and that leads me to believe that you don't find it important. but it is.
i woke up on the wrong side of the bed again. the second time in 3 days.

what is so unbearable? what is so traumatic? honestly, i can answer neither.