You’re what I call a night time person, cause you aren’t worth the time of day.
Sometimes its not about whether Cinderella gets her slipper back, but its about the fact that the prince even picked up the slipper at all. There’s a lot of princesses out there.
- DiddyBrightlife: yo i wanna get a tattoo so bad
- ughseriously: ha what do you wanna get
- DiddyBrightlife: um well its gonna be on my chest
- DiddyBrightlife: and say Then, I Defy You Stars in a cool kind of caligraphy with a banner type thing around it
- ughseriously: i want a 3d tattoo
- ughseriously: and i can carry around 3d glasses
- DiddyBrightlife: haha
- ughseriously: so epople can look ha
- DiddyBrightlife: hahahaha
- DiddyBrightlife: hahaha
- ughseriously: that would be pimp
- ughseriously: i bet someones already done it
- DiddyBrightlife: idk man
- DiddyBrightlife: you usually have fairly original ideas
- ughseriously: ha cause im fucking nuts man
There are few things that I say I believe in. No, I don’t have a religion, and I don’t believe in any… destiny or fate. And I really don’t believe in “Everything happens for a reason.” But… I do believe in coincidence. The kind of coincidence that gives you that weird feeling, as if, you are doing something right. Gives you a feeling like you are on the right track. I like to believe it’s telling me to continue on with whatever I am currently focusing on.
For example, today at work. I was removing ad signs from the shelves, and there were a few cans of energy drink on top of one of the sign holders. Me, thinking the cans were packed in six pack rings, yanked out the holder from underneath them. As soon as I did, I realized they weren’t connected, and next thing I knew, I saw a can tipping toward the floor. I grabbed for it. Miss. I stuck my foot out to slow its speed. Strike two. It hit the floor like it was its mission to do so. I lean over to pick up the dented can, turn it over to read the name on the label, “Freefall.”
I get a similar feeling from when I am walking toward a sidewalk intersection, like the ones that happened everyday at college, and if I managed to walk through the perpendicular line without changing my pace at all, I just feel like I am in the right place. Exactly where I should be.
The truth is, it’s all of your memories, the joyful ones and the heart breaking ones, that make up who you are as a person.
“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”
“Rats. Nobody sent me a Christmas card today. I almost wish there weren’t a holiday season. I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it.”
So, I’m pretty much homeless.