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(see also: crazy, insane.)
I'm just a vagabond on the road less traveled on. An average Joe who knows wtf is going on. I'm just a simple man with simple dreams. I'm always looking up and I'm never going under.
"I'm a little different."
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hats off to anyone who can listen to Jamiroquai without wanting to dance
Agreed.
Half-smirk and nod.
Can you pass the marshmallow test?a CLIP: Cruel Lesson In Patience =P
01) inquire / inspire / ask me anything.
Where’ve you been?
Well truthfully that depends on who you are. I’ve been routinely going about my days just as I’ve always had. With the minor exception of being a phone amputee. So if you’re from my twitter fam, that’ll explain the hiatus, and if you’re trying to get in touch /w me try coming over and just ringing the doorbell, one-in-four chance I’ll probably be home. But if you’re one of those strange people that are constantly calling my house phone and never leaves a voicemail, I ignore you ON PURPOSE.
Did you finish my book yet or WHAT? =)
Not yet, and while we’re on that note, I should probably admit to you now that I believe I owe you a new copy. Any moment spent waiting I’ve had that book propped open, eyes glued in the fetal position. I’ve taken that book practically everywhere. Airplanes, buses, hospitals, waiting rooms, and the occasional boat ride. It’s gone through hell and rainstorms. It’s permanently water warped and stained on both sides. The back cover is place marker for missing pages and there’s a phone number written in a margin from a name I can no longer connect it to. Chapter after chapter are spots of highlighter with some of the best words worth quoting. And even if you did still want it back, I’m not going to give it you. You can quote me on this, “I owe you a new one.”
Do you ever regret not finishing High School?
No. Regardless of the fact that I probably missed out on a lot of things that could’ve equated to the greatest moments of my life. High School out here just wasn’t quite the same as the experience I recalled in San Ysidro. If anything, I regret not giving it my all when I had the chance to work with some of the greatest minds I will probably ever get to meet from our generation. I don’t however regret the fact that I lived a very different life than the average overachiever. I wait to see which road proves more advantageous, if at all.
(via photoholic)
Simple living, but never simply living. I can’t truthfully admit my enthusiasm about the adjustment, but reluctantly it’s going to be one I’ll have to conform to. I underestimated how much time I was going to have to commit to college. As such I probably won’t have much of anything exciting to write about anymore, but I’ll be relying on a new medium… formspring. Give me something fun to write about. Better yet, coerce a story out of me.
re: re: Listen
TheyWe want you to hate yourself. We want you to hate your body and your car and your house and your life and your own face; we absolutely revel in it. If you don’t hate yourself you will never feel the need to buy our shitty product, but guess what, even after you’ve bought our product you will still hate yourself and feel exactly as you did before, because there will always be a new ad exec or marketing agency somewhere trying to get their hands on more money and more power at your fiscal, mental, and emotional expense.Don’t let this happen, please.
Which is one of the many reasons why I now work for Starbucks.
… starbucks pushes shit down peoples throats just as much as anyone else?
No, you’re comparing the act of trading money for a product with the act of looting. I’ve conned way too many people out of thousands of dollars using methods like strong arm tactics for companies like Premier Mentoring. Not to mention, speaking (read: brainwashing) for corporations like Vector Marketing and establishing footholds for their youth recruitment programs. It’s gotten to the point where sleep has begun to elude me. (as if working for a coffee shop was the solution for that.) But like I said it’s only one of many reasons I chose to leave the field.
Listen
TheyWe want you to hate yourself. We want you to hate your body and your car and your house and your life and your own face; we absolutely revel in it. If you don’t hate yourself you will never feel the need to buy our shitty product, but guess what, even after you’ve bought our product you will still hate yourself and feel exactly as you did before, because there will always be a new ad exec or marketing agency somewhere trying to get their hands on more money and more power at your fiscal, mental, and emotional expense.Don’t let this happen, please.
Which is one of the many reasons why I now work for Starbucks.
Child and Cactus
To Women: Love, God.
So beautiful.. and so true.
When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you.
Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone, I fashioned you. I chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped you, I modeled you, I created you perfectly and beautifully.
Your characteristics are as the rib: strong, yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The ribcage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.
Support man as the ribcage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken for his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand by him and to be held close to his side.
You are My perfect angel.. you are My beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and My eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes.. don’t change them. Your lips, how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form. Your hands, so gentle to touch. I have caressed your face in your deepest sleep. I have held your heart close to Mine. Of all that lives and breaths, you are most like Me. Adam walked with Me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could not see Me or touch Me.
He could only feel Me. So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with Me, I fashioned in you: My holiness, My strength, My purity, My love, My protection, and support. You are special because you are an extension of Me. Man represent My image, woman My emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God.
So man, treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt Me. What you do to her, you do to Me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart; the heart of your Father and the heart of her Father. Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness, show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.
(via KnowGodKnowLove)
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