The Little Things

I’m surprised I still have followers. Kudos to you guys.

School is almost over so expect some decent stuff over the summer. Tumblr just isn’t something I do in my spare time these days, but it was nice while it lasted. I’ll keep this here for things I have now and then, but thank you for clicking a button, and occasionally listening to what I have to say.

My ask is still open since I still check this regularly, but I don’t post. The least I could do is give advice, or listen, or just chat. But have a great life guys, and just remember that we all choose whether to focus on the good or the bad. Sometimes there’s a lot more of one or the other, and we tend to remember more bad memories then good ones. So for now, I leave you with one of the better pieces of advice that we hear throughout our whole lives.

Let it go.

Caution breeds in cautious play
Where play is given bounds.
The mind, stripped of freedom, lays,
Where dreams are left on lynching grounds.

Is this what like is like?
Not cautious or confusing,
No losers, nor there losing.
Is like like this?

“Johnathan”

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If I got to do one thing in life it would be to show people that life is for the taking, and it is what you make of it and that it is in your power to take an amazing life. The most powerful force holding anyone back is themselves. And you have to try hard, and you have to go places you might not want to go, and you have to kick your own ass. And in the end, you will have something great. It might not be what you expected, but that’s the fun of life isn’t it?

If I got to do another thing I would fall madly in love with someone who loved me back and we would have a couple of good kids. And even though we get older and older, our hearts would still beat like it did in the good old days, our minds still wander, and our love stays true.

That sounds nice.

Pain is a state of mind.
Hope is a state of being.

If I had an answer to why I do the things I do, I don’t think much would change.
The choices I make, the paths I take, and what I am doing in life.
I had to stop helping people a while ago because I refused to help myself.
“Fixing”, as I would call it.
Nothing was broken though.
I don’t think that in the non-physical sense, people can break.
We can be numbed, scarred, beaten, faked or malnourished.
But so long as we can feel, we are human.
Even if the feeling is nothing, we are human.
Even if our heart stops beating, we are human.
And that is because as humans, we have choices to make.
So don’t call yourself broken.
No one needs to be fixed.
It’s all a choice.
Maybe try to make a good one.

So I won’t post a lot, but since I’ll be writing these short stories I’ll post them here.

Just thought I’d let you know since I don’t post here very often these days.

I don’t post much when dealing with internal conflicts aside from when I am legitimately lost. So apologies to everyone

However I have a question. Does anyone know why I end up hating everything I do?

Here I am on a Friday night on spring break sitting alone, depressed as fuck, bored of video games (which is a pain in the ass because those were my plans for the weekend), drinking 5 espressos put into one convenient mug.

I’m watching Game of Thrones, finishing up the eighth episode. That little kid who was crowned king is a fucking bitch by the way.

So why am I drinking a quintuple espresso at eight O’clock? No fucking clue. Why am I writing? Because I’m lost and I figured this is a good way to find out where I am.

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