will i be alone with many friends but not my favourites favourite
will i earn enough $ to chose where i live and what i do based on my desire
will my insecurities become transparent if i freely feel & share emotion
will i not know enough about the things that everyone's expected to know just the right amount about
geography
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
houseguests/demands
“Of course, as we’ve gotten older, our troubles have also aged. They’ve become less of a novelty, but less of an emergency too. When her demons arrive, she gives them a trim and a shave, and when they depart, we know it won’t be for long. They’ve become her only steady houseguests. Mine are like drinking buddies, demanding beer and cigarettes.”
— Aaron Cometbus, from Cometbus #55
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
couched
"I think you should not ask yourself too many questions. It’s the centipede syndrome, you know? The centipede was asked which foot he puts after which, and he couldn’t walk anymore."
— Roman Polanski
ifUlivedHere
I want to build an honest house, where the motion detector is so sharp it knows when my thoughts leave the room.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
what you think of me- x's
"We all make fun of one another behind one another’s backs, even the people we love. Of course we do — they’re ridiculous.
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Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known."
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Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known."
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