Office by Alex Penny
I try to be a happy and optimistic person all the time and for the most part I am. But lets get real ;D
Don't be surprised if things get dark. Just enjoy the ride and have a great day!
Well maybe you don’t care, but maybe you think that I don’t care and the truth is I do. And those posts you pour your heart into and think no one cares about them or you, I read them. So I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that someone, somewhere out there reads my posts.
Yes I gave up Tumblr for Lent but even before that, I stopped posting because…well honestly because I wonder just how meaningful most posts are. And going on almost a thousand posts soon, I hope that for the most part my blog has fulfilled its intended purpose of reaching out and connecting to others, giving hope and motivation, or maybe just to inform or update you about myself or our physical world. But I feel like it hasn’t, do feel you can talk to me openly? Like you can trust me to really hear you out? (I hope so.) Are you scared that because of our differences, I won’t want to be helpful for you? (I hope not.)
I don’t know where to begin about myself so,
How are you?
”I don’t hate you”
Lol
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Yeah I’m trying to learn better study skills than what I did today
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So this is usually right about the time that I start thinking of running in the opposite direction in search of something that fits some vague idea of a safety net from falling victim to my own paranoid suspicions which inevitably turn into self fulfilling prophecy. A safety net that provides a freedom from anxiety that I thus far, have only been able to find in the form of solitude independence.
This is usually when I pick up the pace and leave things behind. Flying faster than my stomach can sink. Avoiding uncomfortable things, usually that means everything. Usually they’ll make me sick with shame or embarrassment and it’ll get easier and easier to see where the line separates reality and that magical place where everything is perfect…enough under the illusion of attraction, that place called Potential. Eventually that invisible line turns into a breath of air that tastes exactly and familiarly like“move on already, this guy is a jackass”.
So usually it’s easy to cynically laugh at the splashes of red and pink that pervade the pupils of young innocent fools across the globe, and to smirk with disdain at the cries of one lost soul and his left hand mate. And it’s easy to think it’s all pathetic.
I guess what I mean is,
Usually it’s easy to leave, it’s easy to be callous, it’s easy to be selfish and it’s easy to know just what to expect.
Usually.
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This.
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Ray Bradbury(Source: misswallflower)
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S O U L S.
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