From the Mind...
Understand the boy, understand the man.
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A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.Jack Kerouac
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Some days, I wake up and realize I’ve done everything wrong. And I mean everything. Like I go all the way back to early childhood and just scratch my head at what started this awful chain of events. Life is stacking dominoes and then why choice sets it all in motion. At the end, you’re left with a mess. This is what I find myself in right now; a mess of epic proportions. And yet, today I talked to her. I forgot about the mess. I didn’t see the destruction of my choices or the path that had been altered, I saw her. I saw light, I saw happiness, and I saw clarity. Even for those brief few moments, the day was salvaged. It also made me think that every domino that fell into place thus far, lead to today. Each bit of chaos made me who I am and allowed me to meet you. So I guess it doesn’t matter what happened, but what is happening. It’s been almost a year since I kind of said screw writing, I have nothing left. I’m finding that I have enough left in the tank to get me home, get me back to you. I don’t know what the future holds or where home is, but I know that if you’re ready, I’m ready.
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Tomorrow starts day one of my new life. I’m trying to become better. Not for anyone else, but just for me. I’m sick of feeling crappy day in and day out. I’m gonna start hitting the gym every so often and eating better for my own health. Well I am at it, I’m gonna look at things a little more positive. I figure why not. It’s worth a shot.
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Photoset reblogged from Oxford the Comma
Rick Santorum, everybody.
I think he said it best himself:
“I find it almost remarkable for a black man to say, now we are going to decide who are people, and who are not people.”
WHAT
THE
FUCK?????
In comparison Sarah Palin is looking pretty good
Him and Palin should form an inept crime-fighting squad. It’ll be a show on Cartoon Network.
(Source: zoekazans)
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Have you ever tried riding a bike after not being on one for years? First of all, you end up looking stupid and second you kind of forgot what to do. It’s not that part of your memory has been erased, it’s just a little fuzzy. You’ll fail on the first go round, maybe even the second. It won’t look pretty and there’s a chance of when everything starts to go well, you’ll forget something really important like braking. Eventually after many trials and tribulations, you’re back to being a pro. You’re all “look ma no hands” or “bet I can pop a higher wheelie than you.” This is me with my words and my writing. I’m relearning everything. Flow, content, structure, etc. Relearning how to write without every word being about you. Sooner or later, with some practice I’ll be back to normal. With any luck, I will no longer need inspiration and life will just hit me. When that happens, it’ll be time for me to say “look ma no hands.”
