Daydreamer. Nightmares come while sleeping.
I try to undestand things.
[Wed, 11 May 2011]
After thinking about it for many sleepless nights, I’ve decided to cut off almost all my contacts with the internet and with technology in general. I want to start to devote my attention to reading, to learning, and to my physical and mental health.
I hope I will come back here soon, cultured enough to be able to write some articles, essays and other interesting posts.
This blog shows what I’ve been like so far: lazy, repetitive, vague, and unoriginal.
I shall make a better use of it in the future. I want to show the world and myself that I can be better than this.
- Guy 1: no, niggah, gay bros can raise babies. Look at that warthog motherfucker and that ferret thing that raised Simba. And that niggah became king of motherfucking Africa.
Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via vanitypaddy)
A night to think of what you’ve lost
A day to be forgotten
A morning shining through the frost
A silver tear, begotten.
To see a star, recall its name
I pray—remember me
Through winter’s fall and winter’s gain
I’ll keep your memory.
The fire cannot burn you out
The cold shan’t see you stilled
If you should ever think to doubt-
My love, I will not yield.
Frost. poem by Shawna Howson (via chelle-spirit)