People who…
reblog all of my things but never follow…how do they work?
reblog all of my things but never follow…how do they work?
→ Jack White (via songofiaras)
(Source: flightless)
Yes! I completely agree. There are people out there that legitimately have problems and that’s completely fine but it will forever annoy me when the other half are all like OH I HAVE A PROBLEM,LOOK AT ME and talk about it constantly and try to milk as much attention as they possibly can out of it. People will forever try to romanticize everything. It doesn’t matter what it is. There is nothing romantic about having a serious problem and if you truly have a problem,you wouldn’t be romanticizing it.
Here fucking here!
And I answered, but not fully. So here it is, the fullness of it. I live for this, the dizziness of things. The implication of reason in madness, and madness in reason. The colors, sounds, sights, and sensations, hemmed in by the mystery of annihilation and otherness. People keep asking me about the meaning of life, and when I hear that I get so confused, as if we’re from different worlds. Who cares about meaning? Meaning is wonderful, but only insofar as it can be negotiated and renegotiated within various social and linguistic systems, played with, like a game. I care about the potential of things, the Becoming-of-Being. The rising and the falling away of this world, and me with it. Meaning concerns me only insofar as it participates in the contingencies and uncertainties of a living-dying world.
where I always start to write but then I leave it be because I am like “oh my god its too perfect what if I mess it up?!” Ahah! I am a huge perfectionist with my art. Sometimes I don’t even start because I think if I do it’ll suck ass. Its something I need to get rid of. I need to just do.
I am not the only girl who has a hard-on for The Notebook. I am sorry, but that is the only uberly saccharine romantic film I probably uberly like. Glad to know I am not the only one with this opinion,man.
