Sweet Disposition
YearningAnyway
I've been sort of down lately. The sort of down where even my yearning to write can't break through the endless episodes of soap operas my eyes blur even as I load another show where the outright corny and cheerfulness makes me want to curl into a ball because they are oh so very confident. I've been thinking lately about what I want to do when the excusive cradle of school has worn off. And even though I've had countless dreams about it, it's different when you know you're really going to have to make it happen. Nothing is going to fall into my lap. That house cloudy with fairy dust and the glow of stars. A stone path surrounded by flowers with no people for miles and horses neying and cats puring. A small house with so many windows it's almost made out of glass. With a small pond and trees that burned and spread their ashes across the ground. Someplace hot in the summer and cool in the winter, where it's almost always sunny when it's raining...
I read this quote recently that went something like, (oh let me just go grab the book).
From Middlesex pg.355 ;
"We stood silent. After a moment I said, "Real Geniuses never think they're geniuses."
"Who says?"
"Me."
"Because why?"
"Because genius is nine-tenths perspiration. Haven't you ever heard that? As soon as you think you're a genius, you slack off. You think everything you do is so great." "
Yeah... Anyway. Random. It just makes me sad that I've lost track of why I loved photography and writing and art so much. I mean I know I'm still getting there and I'll probably never be any famous photographer or anything, but that's good. Because everyone has their own style. Just looking around at some of the galleries in DA, there just so unique and okay, there some that tend to repeat like those long beaked bird masks that I swear they're passing around, but DA is... pretty amazing.
Taking my camera and documenting the most random things that are beautiful or just an idea. The first snow, morning light, the way a person's eyes crinkle up when they laugh. I wish I was invisible so I could take pictures of everything.
I really need to start doing more.
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Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2]
Don't tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your idea out loud
Then it can go and live on its own
And you will miss it oh so much
And you will wait for it's return
And you will wish it were your own
But ideas that left never come back home
Don't tell your mother that you are afraid
Don't tell your lover that your heart might break
Don't tell your gods that you no longer believe
Because as soon as you say it out loud they will leave you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But gods that have left you will never grace your home
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love [x2]
Don't tell your secrets to anyone
Because ideas are vulnerable
As soon as you say your ideas out loud
Then they can go and live on their own without you
And you will miss them oh so bad
And you will wait for their return
And you will wish they were your own
But ideas that left will never come back home
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Vielä tunnen suurta vihaa,
mutten muista, ketä kohtaan.
-Apulanta
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Mommie Drinks Because You Cry.
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