If it makes me laugh, I post it. If the thoughts are overwhelming, I type them out.
I could do it
Leo whispers to himself
I could just snatch it and run
.”House of Cards”, Season 1, Episode 5
This dude was like, “Okay I guess since you told me to kill myself, I won’t and then do exactly what you say from now on. YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY LOOKING OUT FOR ME.”
Monday: Steamed pork baozi, homemade soy dipping sauce, star fruit and Earl Grey with lemon. The mornings are definitely drawing in, I’m going to have to get some studio lights in my dining room soon! #symmetrybreakfast #symmetry #breakfast #baozi #buns #winter #darkmornings #starfruit #london #hackney #eastlondon #e8 #londonfields #monday
I stayed up thinking about it. I asked around about it. I went to countless people not knowing what the truth about who I actually was. I went looking for an explanation to what I had done. A way to find the answer as to what would lead me to the quickest solution to the problem in which I had just gotten involved in. It was a data gathering spree of wonderment and hope. Hope in regards to the subject of what might become of me if I make the right people happy. I wanted to live a life of servitude with a “non servium” tattoo on the back of my neck. I cared about everything but nothing at all. Nothing that mattered. I wanted everything from everyone and nothing in return. Just the feeling that I was doing something right. That I was doing something worthwhile and my short life wasn’t being wasted on something that I believed to be the source of my happiness.
As of late existentialist truisms plague the mind something awful. The wretched and the wicked scream for their lives back. The definition of existence becomes clear and nothing ever makes sense again. There is no edge to grab to and the current is too strong. Help Is nowhere in sight and death is but a breaths distance. The mind is active but the brain is numb. Comfort is but a weakness.
Weakness is what
Human Body from head to toes - love the toes!