Hit me like the bus hit Regina George
It dawns upon me , not often enough, how beautiful everything is .
It keeps itself hid.
Today was the rare geode of those days. Utter chaos in the world outside my world, and inside , love.
My tumblr time-line is bombarded every hour with hip typography declaring how the little things are the ones that matter the most and how happiness comes from within,,,, ; most all repetitive philosophies that go over my head, except for how PRETTY THEY WRITE THEM!. ahhhh
But today it hit me.
My routine scenario , for one,is to go about dragging my mood : happyness, sadness, self consuming helplessness over the pointlessness of the world, excitement (occasionally) and overall existential crisis painted on my face.
I speak for none, when i say that; for some are better at distracting themselves with the immediate.
Unfortunately, reader, this blogger has one party rule in her/his mind (yeah. subtle ambiguity. see what i did there ? nah? whoakay*+*).
Let's paint that thought: if im blue, im blu…
It keeps itself hid.
Today was the rare geode of those days. Utter chaos in the world outside my world, and inside , love.
My tumblr time-line is bombarded every hour with hip typography declaring how the little things are the ones that matter the most and how happiness comes from within,,,, ; most all repetitive philosophies that go over my head, except for how PRETTY THEY WRITE THEM!. ahhhh
But today it hit me.
My routine scenario , for one,is to go about dragging my mood : happyness, sadness, self consuming helplessness over the pointlessness of the world, excitement (occasionally) and overall existential crisis painted on my face.
I speak for none, when i say that; for some are better at distracting themselves with the immediate.
Unfortunately, reader, this blogger has one party rule in her/his mind (yeah. subtle ambiguity. see what i did there ? nah? whoakay*+*).
Let's paint that thought: if im blue, im blu…