hi sorry. i’m back for a second.
does anyone know anyone that lives in dublin or someone who might be living there thsi summer??
ramblings
sleep has become a stranger to my eyes.
going back through old photos taken with a disposable camera before the realization that those friendships could be disposable.
reality is too far complex to comprehend.
i am peculiarly solicitous for this summer and the promise of adventures.
attracted to the elusive.
note to self: you’re too self-aware and think too highly of yourself.
stop putting yourself down. you’re wonderful.
happiness is the result of our own dispositions and doings.
dainty undergarments and garter belts.
19th century writing and the openness of emotions at that time.
my problems:
we’re all reading the same books.
we’re all watching the same movies.
we’re all listening to the same music.
we’re all emulating the same photos.
we’re all inspired by the same things.
we all have such similar opinions.
one person creates something and the rest follow. wash, rinse, repeat.
we follow. we create. we follow again. the cycles.
i suppose nothing can be too original, anyway.
but everything is looking too similar.
This picture is incredible.
I don’t think I hate them anymore. I can practically feel the love flowing from this photo. Everybody deserves somebody that makes them feel this way.
they are incredibly adorable. that love!
(Source: gentlemenoftheroad)