Long-boarding. Its like the stick shift version of walking. You get to be master of your terrain.
I think it’s the people who’ve experienced depression that end up living they’re dreams. Because those who have experienced depression have experienced death. And those are the ones that end up getting the best out of life.
Why not alienate yourself to find out what you’re truly dependent on. Why not allow yourself to experience new sites and new adventures. Why not change your surroundings and see wether you can adapt. Why not take off on a new journey to discover new beauty to life. Why not dedicate yourself to achieve the unimaginable. Why not strive, why not conquer, why not live.
More faith than a synagogue
Third person dialogue
Surrounded by the fog to distract him from reality
But its in the fog where he finds himself thinking of it plentifully
My bosses are old. They’re an elderly couple. And while in old age they run a Snow
Cone stand every summer. They hear summer stories of beach experiences, family
blessings as well as misfortunes, of adolescent mishap, from these strangers. These
strangers that through out the years have become family. Family to a couple with no
children and consecutively diminishing family members. Through them I resonate the
spirit of summer. To others its a time of ecstatic chaos and elation. To them its three
more months of reassuring fulfillment of life, three more months with the people who
are their last connection with the world.
They say drown your sorrows I suffocate mines.
I like watching old music videos that I would watch when I was younger and seeing how I actually know what the artist were talking about now. Or is it just a change in interpretation?
I followed the illuminati on twitter and they STILL wont send a nigga an application.
Damn, I’m writing again.
I found you… like finding a spoon within a kitchen you’re unfamiliar with.