click album art to download I would like to be the first to applaud Travis Scott on this great work of music.
think I can find a home for this. #batman #batman66 #art #batgirl #robin #thejoker
The emotions that crawled over me in regards to the shooting death of 18-year-old Michael Brown went something like this: anger, frustration, depression, hopelessness.
The anger rose in me because Brown’s shooting, yet another in a series of systematic executions and public displays of excessive force by the police towards African-Americans did nothing but add to a list of names that stretches…
The genius of Robin Williams.
never before had I lost the spark. the madness, robin williams used to say which made me great. the more i read and see ferguson from the eyewitness accounts of people I’ve grown to know, joke and laugh with — the more I’m beginning to wonder if my madness will ever return intact.
When will it end? #RP via @_drank25
Amber."Fear stifles our thinking and actions. It creates indecisiveness that results in stagnation. I have known talented people who procrastinate indefinitely rather than risk failure. Lost opportunities cause erosion of confidence, and the downward spiral begins."Charles F. Stanley
I’m fairly certain that in a few weeks time, these thoughts won’t matter. Or they will and I’ll only think about them in passing.
So much of my mind lately has been about giving, about feeding this narcissistic value of being and existing. That if I give, if I impart wisdom or a laugh or even make somebody beside myself smile - I actually exist.
Legacies and all that.
It’s been a summer for the most part that has taught me that giving works. It also takes plenty of patience to see that through but giving does indeed work. You tell your friends how great they are, how they somehow outdid you in the chase for a mate. You tell your friends, those you may even crush upon that their dreams are worth chasing, that obstacles are merely bullshit excuses we lob at ourselves hoping doubt would slam them home.
"Send it in Jerome!"
I thought I may find love this summer, instead I found just a bit more of myself. Of my own selfish wants to bind together with somebody’s selfish needs to become a rather intriguing mix. Visited New York, became entranced with the thoughts of a transplant making it big like so many others. Visited New Orleans because where else would you get all of your vices six hours away from home?
Some of my friends are confused and that’s perfectly fine. Some of my friends are living and that’s fine as well. Some are fed up, some are angry, some are content.
Why am I so consumed with the chase though? That never satisfying always go bigger, fuck just a bit more longer, let your lips enjoy the kiss and the embrace … chase? Victories don’t seem as sweet as the chase. That’s all the summer has been for me - a chase into a rabbit hole.
Chased briefly a woman who was formerly a cheerleader who didn’t necessarily enjoy a great quote.
Chased for a few months a 1,600 mile mental fling. Still may be chasing that.
Chased a woman who grew into a great friend, only when I seemed not available for the race was she unavailable when I returned.
Chased … Chased … Chased.
Something tells me I gave plenty to chase a lot. And when the inevitable occurs, all of my bits of selfishness will turn into something else.
My selfish wants for her to see her as I do.