it's ridiculous, you're intelligent people, you can and should know better and learn to find solutions! STOP COMPARING YOURSELF TO OTHER PEOPLE YOU IDIOTS AND LIVE YOUR LIFE WELL FOR THE PLEASURE OF A LIFE WELL LIVED

PS: No, I'm not singling you out; it's almost all of you. Damn.

PPS: Every problem is a challenge and an opportunity.

It is 2:25am and I am alone. The air is still, and cold. I am not wearing a shirt. I light my cigarette with the open flame at the altar. I hear the crackle. It is a menthol cigarette. The metallic taste fills my mouth, my chest opens up and my nerves tingle pleasurably ( Read more... )

Garage, dirty tie... blame on the garage.. relatives? I think my brother in law- asked me to check out his garage- at which point I realise its a dream because he doesn't have a garage. we tinker on stuff. this bit was a lot longer and more interesting but i can;t remember much of it now ( Read more... )

I don't need to write. It is not an addiction, not a compulsion, I could stop at any time. I write because I like to. It makes me feel good. I can go without writing for quite some time. I write because I feel strongly about things. Writing helps me express those strong feelings. I write to impress. I write for myself and I write for you ( Read more... )

This 2011, promise me that you’ll pursue something that excites you. Do something that makes you want to wake up in the morning, that makes you feel like you’re contributing to something greater than yourself, that makes you feel alive, relevant, valuable and powerful.

What excites you? What truly, truly excites you? And what are you doing about

my cab fare home came to $11.60 today. I had $15, and told the cab driver to keep the change- he'd been telling me about his family, and he most certainly needed the money than i did.

there are few people in the world who have thanked me with as much sincerity.

i could really get used to this.

seize her little hand and never let go,
carve her out a heart and shield her bones,
live her a life lest it dares to unfold,
steal her from all she might've called her own.

How do you describe the act of personal growth? Did I simply "experience" it, as if it were a passing emotion? Did I "engineer" it, as if I designed it ( Read more... )

I'm actually beginning to feel like I might not need this place at all, that it's become a sort of dead space that I should perhaps actually get rid off...but some of you mean a lot to me and I'd hate to lose touch with this intimate side of you

dilemmas, dilemmas

You know what's strange and interesting? To observe a person who had once let you in, but now shuts you out. Don't we all do it? It's such a complex, subtle and nuanced process. I suppose we shouldn't trouble ourselves too much that they shut us out in the end, but be honoured and thankful that they let us in to begin with.