November 2011
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A four minute personal musing from a moment in my...
“There I was, walking out of the design studio, tupperware with remnants of leftovers graciously given to me by a friend’s mother in my left, American Spirit and a blue lighter in my right. First cigarette. Too windy to light, so it stuck itself back in my beanie with anticipation to be lit when I arrived to my doorstep.
Walking in the frigid, dark, still cold to my truck was a moment...
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"How am I going to change it all?"
I thought that to myself today. I wondered how am I going to change the world for myself or someone else. I feel like the time given to me is short, and I have much to do before I can do something greater than I can see. But how?
I feel like I’m underachieving right now. I’m twenty, in college, various organizations and extracurriculars. Yet I feel like I haven’t done anything...
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“Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that...”
– Pablo Picasso (via atomos)
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“I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and know that love is...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via atomos)
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It's interesting how moral ambiguity can change...
I find the Penn State situation interesting. It’s rife with a lot of finger pointing, (a lack of) administrative action, and an array of standpoints. The one thing people seem to miss is the moral ambiguity of a lot of the people involved.
I won’t doubt Joe Paterno is a good man. Great coach, obviously. An icon around Happy Valley and State College/Altoona. Heck, he even reported the...
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Get stoked and do what it is you love to do.
dropanchors:
Otherwise you’re wasting time.
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I think we've made ourselves vulnerable.
We allow ourselves to be distraught and overcome with emotions and thoughts we know shouldn’t be there. We reduce ourselves to rubble.
Why is it we expose our vulnerabilities? Why do we let others hurt us? Why do we say what bother us? Why do we tell the world? Does that not allow us to be hurt worse?
I realize I allow myself to be so weak, so full of emotions and so willing to reveal it....
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An extra hour.
This means an extra hour for me to either sleep, be down, or write. So I shall write.
The moon is especially bright tonight. It makes me feel…somewhat nervous. Anxious. It fills me with desire.
I tend to feel like that puzzle piece people pick up too early in a puzzle that somehow forces itself into the picture. I tend to feel awkward and out of place in a lot of places. I’m still...
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A few words for my lover.
I love you like no other. Truly, you have changed the tides of my oceans, like the moon you are. Your heart is permanently tattooed on my shoulder (I have a moon tattoo on there), and your presence is always felt in the darkness, even when you don’t shine.
I love you, because you’ve made me into a better me. You helped me embrace myself, and not be afraid of it.
I miss you so. You...
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I need a do over.
It seems everything has become cheesy and played out. Unoriginal, attention-grabbing concepts that don’t have any worth beyond immediate shock value. There’s no substance anymore. Everything is surrounded by artificial hype. There’s nothing genuine around anymore.
I have to create for my own sake now. Genuine inspiration and objectivity lies within the creator, and I no longer...
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