i fucking quit
this is perfect
i fucking quit
this is perfect
Guess I have plans to take pictures of my head in the freezer tonight.
I love me some fucking Classical music
additional resolution:
NEVER stop dancing, and never care about how you dance - just let the beat flooow through you. i’m not talking professional dance, i know nothing about the field. just…i won’t stop.
Since it’s officially the first day of the year, I figured this was necessary:
Yadda yadda this sounds like a bunch of bullshit and like everyone else’s but.. I think I can actually do these.
Katherine cameron is a god. This weekend is a success…I think. I won’t know, but I do know, I am posting this….insane. Loge y'all, really. Tonight is a night of lots, not “firsts” as the saying usually goes. Everyone is texting, everything is whispering, everything is quiet. Goodnight.
When you lose your mind is when you start to find your soul.
It’s hard to understand so many things - what I’m feeling right now, what other people are feeling, what is happy, what is sad, why the current “long hair, don’t care” attitude, why i didn’t immediately fall asleep, what’s going on today, tomorrow, and in this new year. I’ve got resolutions and expectations (that may or may not be posted tomorrow), but in this state of confusion and loss of identity I don’t care about understanding anything. Just letting go without the help of a stimulant made me feel blisssssss, agreeing and reassuring my mother made me feel blisssssss, nodding my head to the beats made me feel blisssssss. I definitely could be happier, but this level (limbo?) I’m floating in is perfectly fine.
So goodnight cruel world, I’ll see you in da morninnnnnn.
Relevant to unspecified winter holiday break.