Postcards From Nowhere
I feel bad about being inconsistent, but that's just where I'm at with writing.
I wanted to document my journalistic life, that failed. Maybe because I stopped being a journalism student. I wanted to just re-blog photos, music and quotes, that failed too. I felt like just another follower. I wanted to write sincere and intellectually engaging ideas, that failed, mostly because it never started.
So, I don't know what this is. Probably the pieces of all my failures, trying to be something more.
I wanted to document my journalistic life, that failed. Maybe because I stopped being a journalism student. I wanted to just re-blog photos, music and quotes, that failed too. I felt like just another follower. I wanted to write sincere and intellectually engaging ideas, that failed, mostly because it never started.
So, I don't know what this is. Probably the pieces of all my failures, trying to be something more.
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”I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
Haruki Murakami (via creatingaquietmind)
(Source: middlenameconfused)
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When I choose not to dance
I’m not generally intrigued by happy people. I understand them. I’m one of them, mostly.
I’m intrigued by pain. And survival.
It seems like he fell into my lap for a reason. He reminds me of you, kind of. I could be fabricating similarities to tell myself that there’s a greater bond than what actually exists, but for now, he reminds me of you.
It was intriguing, I was comfortable.
And when I learned he was like you and it made me want to learn more about him. -
