the beauty in all forms of acceptance is a virtue to behold. why do people have to try to destroy something so beautiful?





thank you for lighting and showing me the road to the countless ideals and paths i now tread in life
when it feels like you can no longer go on, that's when it starts

Take down the walls.
That is, after all, the whole point.
You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don't know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might be paradise or destruction.
Take down the walls.
Otherwise you must live closely, in fear, building barricades against the unknown, saying prayers against the darkness, speaking verse of terror and tightness.
Otherwise you may never know hell; but you will not find heaven, either. You will not know fresh air and flying.

Labels: music

"we live by faith and not by sight" not a religious person but that line really spoke to me. it shed light on a lot of things. how it's not always science or fact that cultivates belief, and reminded me of the beauty of trusting in something and taking a leap of faith.

Labels: music

would love to post some yt vids but that means i have to get on my laptop which is not worth the effort





zenning it out


best picture ever

i have also been trying to study. bye trying to prove myself right


i should worry should i not?? perhaps it is more of a blessing; this clean directed energy, the ease at which detachment presents itself to me, bowtie cherry atop. i wouldn't label it good but it has been an insightful week to myself




my warning bells are triggered and yet i refuse to turn

don't know where i'm headed anymore. also what's the worth in reassuring myself that 'everything will be ok in the end'??? where is the basis in self assurance






comfort in solitude

fuck school FUCK obligations fuck doing shit i can't seem to appreciate. what a fucking waste of a lifetime. i have to find my way back. change what i can, accept that which i cannot. also the irony here is that troy bolton (hsm2, washed down with chardonnay) inspired this emotional breakthrough.

running is the only remedy i seek and i am alive with a renewed passion. i really needed this.




half a year clean well i fucked up







we the kings was phenomenal. forgot what it felt like to be blanketed in such fiery passion. damn they burn bright.







getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air