So did you ever find it?I didn’t! Likely it is now lurking in the corners of my room plotting revenge… I don’t think it appreciated my attempt to introduce it to a good book.
rulesofearth: You know you're a brighter light, right? Yep, I look around and see a world full of dull and drab and dark. And then I look and see bright lights. People who shine. You're one. Keep on smiling. Chin up. Cheer up. Fucken right. Random love.Thank so much - you are pretty fuckin’ awesome, my friend - and this definitely made me smile. :)
It may be a mark of my perpetual indecisiveness that instead of having a career at 25, I’m a licensed vet tech, veterinary assistant, bartender, stable hand, artist, and photographer all at once. Oops.
I like how you apparently got out of bed to blog about this.I actually didn’t, my laptop is on a windowsill next to my bed, haha. Lazy me.
Attack of the giant mosquitoes?
I was just mauled by the most appallingly large mosquito I have ever seen; I wasn’t even entirely convinced it was a mosquito because it was about half an inch long, but it fit the bill, and now I have a giant welt on my shoulder where it decided to dine. In the process of flinging a book at it as it landed again (hey, I was half asleep, not the time for tactical strategy I guess) I lost track of where it went… no more buzzing, yet here I am wide awake.
Alejandro Jodorowsky
Truer words never spoken; sometimes they can’t even comprehend flying at all, because it is something that’s “just not done” - and they work so hard to perpetuate their own captivity.
I’m bored! BORED!
Life is tedious, monotonous, mind-numbing. I need adventure, brain-food, anything that can separate me from my job title(s). I feel like a robot; I wake up, sometimes I eat, more often I don’t, I go to work, I talk to quite a lot of people, I come home, I sleep.
I worry about tedious things - materialistic crap I don’t need, but I don’t have anything else to focus on so sometimes I do some gratuitous shopping that I really don’t care about because it’s just a distraction from the daily grind.
I want to be back in Vermont on top of a mountain, or muddling through some mossy, swampy forest in South Carolina, exploring waterfalls in Ithaca, visiting long-distance friends, or learning — having my brain stimulated in some way, devouring new information. I suppose work should provide that because I am always learning, but there is so little incentive when you’re constantly beat down.
My mind is rotting.
wow this took almost 1000 notes to show up on my dash. why? its gorgeous
Jess. I wish she was still alive, and in my backyard, and that having nearly 1000 notes on Tumblr meant anything at all.
