thoughts
i write in here less and less. finding nothing but trivial things to report. just going to type some random thoughts from the mini notebooks i carry around.
i want to destroy all premeditated expectations of me. sometimes i wish to evade people for certain repulsive reasons. the nature of humans makes my heart heavy, myself included.
i'm a chronic tea drinking. make at least a pot of tea a day.
i like growing plants. i worry about my plants.
reading my old notebook (middle school era), i was intrigued by how unfettered i was, how unrestrained. i don't feel quite as honest to myself. i have thought many of the same thoughts, but i am a little more reluctant to just WRITE
for a child, the prospect of being committed to hell for certain deeds is an enormous burden. how afraid...
do not let bad thoughts fester too long, they will consume you.
i find jon stewart attractive. what??
the intensity of the first time you meet cannot be matched. electricity.
i like pictures for no obscure reason, but for the mere fact that moments and settings are like thoughts to me, i simply cannot stand to let them go.
i really don't like paper cuts, waking up early, losing close friends and fits of laziness
politicians seems really phony to me, except maybe nadar.
who can appreciate just thoughts?? who has ever lived who didn't take risks?
intelligence is such an unimportant characteristic. as long as you are genuine, i'd probably think you are amazing.
in the depths of lonely nights i think, "if there is one thing i have learned, it is that i have learned nothing." amidst the uncertainty i know nothing.
my dad is the most amazing person ever. not for the life he has lived, but for the person he is.
maybe i was born to just absorb moments.
i want to destroy all premeditated expectations of me. sometimes i wish to evade people for certain repulsive reasons. the nature of humans makes my heart heavy, myself included.
i'm a chronic tea drinking. make at least a pot of tea a day.
i like growing plants. i worry about my plants.
reading my old notebook (middle school era), i was intrigued by how unfettered i was, how unrestrained. i don't feel quite as honest to myself. i have thought many of the same thoughts, but i am a little more reluctant to just WRITE
for a child, the prospect of being committed to hell for certain deeds is an enormous burden. how afraid...
do not let bad thoughts fester too long, they will consume you.
i find jon stewart attractive. what??
the intensity of the first time you meet cannot be matched. electricity.
i like pictures for no obscure reason, but for the mere fact that moments and settings are like thoughts to me, i simply cannot stand to let them go.
i really don't like paper cuts, waking up early, losing close friends and fits of laziness
politicians seems really phony to me, except maybe nadar.
who can appreciate just thoughts?? who has ever lived who didn't take risks?
intelligence is such an unimportant characteristic. as long as you are genuine, i'd probably think you are amazing.
in the depths of lonely nights i think, "if there is one thing i have learned, it is that i have learned nothing." amidst the uncertainty i know nothing.
my dad is the most amazing person ever. not for the life he has lived, but for the person he is.
maybe i was born to just absorb moments.