When you consider things like the stars,
our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?
To those who stay put, the world is but an imaginary place.
But to the movers, the makers, and the shakers,
the world is all around, an endless invitation.
I’m really scared for my generation, you know. The thing that scares me most is Tumblr. I hate what Tumblr has become. Because it like, it reminds me of those clique-y girls in high school that used to make fun of everyone and define what was cool, but in five years, when you all graduate, that shit doesn’t matter. No one gives a fuck about that shit.
Instead of kids going out and making their own moments, they’re just taking these images and living vicariously through other people’s moments. It just kills me. Then you’ll meet them and they’re just the biggest turkey in the world. They don’t actually embody any of those things. They just emulate. It’s scary man, simulation life that we’re living. It scares me.
Surprise! After long consideration, I put my ambivalent feelings aside and decided to resurrect my tumblr. I’m a pretty busy bee these days, so no guarantees I’ll stick with it or keep it up-to-date… well, we’ll just see what happens.
For now, I’m going as far as these crooked legs take me.
It is always sad when someone leaves home,
unless they are simply going around the corner
and will return in a few minutes with ice cream sandwiches.
You either love it or hate it, but everyone needs to go see it.
The most common way people give up their power
is by thinking they don’t have any.
No wonder our perception of beauty is so distorted…
Is there no way out of the mind?
She wear her freckles like sex appeal
and her paint like a mystery.