January 2012
73 posts
Intellects explore ideas, average people speaketh of events, idiots talk about...
– -my crazy dad, Rey Mallari.
*coke: referring to the burned hydrocarbon after its been relieved of the gasoline and diesel; ashy in substance, the ‘waste’ product of oil in a refinery, mostly used for rocket launches since it doesn’t burn. (via shireconspire)
That’s my dad. That’s why...
I can’t seem to get out of my head. It just seems like I’m going through the motions. But I know I’m not. I’m reacting genuinely. But I can call every move, every play, and so I psyche myself out as if its just the same old story.
What’s the problem?
I sit down and I can easily chat with any new stranger I’m introduced to. I know I have a seemingly...
i need to do something or i’m going to go insane.
even if that thing is building an Ark.
i’ll do it.
i’m pretty handy with tools.
it’s like i have restless leg syndrome.
but its not in my legs.
in fact, it almost isnt even that big of an itch to dance.
i know. it’ll pass.
i’m more wanting to do or make something.
i want to paint.
or play piano. (wah...
went to my first audition yesterday, since i moved to noho, i mean.
good to get into that. was cut today, but no big. i was surprised i was kept yesterday.
it was actually really nice to see some familiar faces. and its good for me to know what that nervousness feels like.
i’m super shy and easily intimidated. i know. very unlike a scorpio. but its true. however, when i’m...
damn.
“Somebody That I Used To Know” (feat. Kimbra)
[Gotye:] Now and then I think of when we were together Like when you said you felt so happy you could die Told myself that you were right for me But felt so lonely in your company But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end, always the end ...