Haven’t talked in a while. Sorry about that lads and lassies. Unfortunately, things like graduation, college, finals, and a bunch of useless social nonsense has blocked me from my lovelies. So, I’ll just talk about everything that’s gone on in the last five weeks. First, I finished up my last finals for college. Did fantastically […]
If you believe that you’re an accumulation of everything, why do you refuse to consider the possibility that if something is also taken from that accumulation, you therefor have less than you did before? For a species that constantly wants to stand and glare at their own achievements, one has to wonder why they don’t […]
We’re all prisoners to something. The only real difference is that my cage is a little bit bigger than yours.
“It is not the will of evolution. It is not the will of anything that makes change. Change is often nothing more than a headless snake, and while small movements in the snake can indeed be attributed to one or a group of people, it is ultimately not will that makes those great strides, and […]
“… Maybe when it’s over, or this heart can be refined, I’ll forget what felt like a thousand years that made up both our minds. It’ll takes some time to now forget, so please do understand, Yet here I am, and there you aren’t, just another lost castle made of sand. …”
“…The goal of a story is to invite people in, but the goal of an essay or analytical piece isn’t meant to be read, but to be understood. Being engaging, like a film or book, for something like an essay is entirely optional. ” Random bit of an essay I’m in the process of […]
“Everything searches for meaning through us. We value things, and it’s the valueless that constantly search for meaning. Maybe that’s why we’re here. Maybe what we call “love and satisfaction”, is just really the feeling of being valued; the feeling like we’re worth more than we really are. That’s why doll we can never quite […]
“…The words, the movements, the beat. It was all the same, but it felt off. The words felt frustrated and sad. Like a struggling artist who can’t quite amount to the expectations that the audience set for her. But there wasn’t an audience here. The room was empty, even with all the furniture scattered around […]
For every word we write, there’s still a thousand left to be written, and a million that’ll never be even seen.
I’m bad at keeping updates… “For how long do we have to keep dreaming, before our dreams become someone else’s nightmares?”