Posts tagged "writing"
picturesofmywilly asked: Magenta. and Pink. please.
Magenta: What is something you barely tell anyone?
I’m scared to death of being alone in life. I hate losing people, and I hate people leaving me. I hate being ready to pour my time and energy—my life—away just to make happy those that would never do the same for me. I’ll convey anger and disappointment about having it happen, but I’ll never tell them it’s because I’m afraid of getting deserted, of being stranded in a sea of obscurity and indecision. I hate having that weakness highlighted so easily.
Pink: What is the meaning behind your url?
Fang Island is a band that I discovered two years ago that embodied everything that I wanted to be in life at the time (and in many ways still do): a free-flowing, energetic, exciting wave of ecstasy and euphoria. They’ve put out three releases so far, and Day of the Great Leap, pictured above, sounded the best because it best reflected the idea of launching oneself into the unknown in hopes of landing atop that wave and riding it out to infinity (as opposed to Sky Gardens and Fang Island).
y’know how you go through life looking for the patterns? Trying to work out the order of the universe and see how you’re supposed to properly engage a situation? And you know how, just when you think you’ve gotten it even ONE of those patterns figured out, it suddenly changes on you completely? That’s what 4/24/2012 is to me: the day everything went back to square one.
I always wonder if I read the world correctly or not. If my intuition from the start was dead-on truth and fact, or if I was completely off track and built a whole fake reality around that idea. I’ve always tried to act one way and have ended up acting a complete other way and that’s gotten to be too much of a hassle, so really I’m done playing a role in life: I’ll say, do, think, and feel what I want to feel and, should that disappoint those around me, then so be it. It’s real, it’s honest, and it’ll do the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do: make ME happy. It’s too hard to do the same for all of you.
it’s funny how the more connected we get to other people through the internet, the less time we spend in each other’s company.
No matter how fantastic and perfect and successful you become in life, there’s always gonna be something to bitch about. So don’t, ‘cause it’s pointless to whine about the inevitable.
but naturally don’t snap at people for doing so when they aren’t fantastic and perfect and successful, ‘cause they’re probably dealing with more than you even realize. That’s bitching in itself, anyway. Let the waves of the world coast you ‘cross the horizons, man.
I’ve spent far too many years of my life with tape over my mouth, with it sealing away every thought and reaction that should come immediately and naturally from this disastrously active consciousness; and I’ve been too scared to tear it free from the orifice, for fear of what might slip out.
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That’s just how I work. I do something, then I reward myself with a lengthy break period, then I go and do something else, and relax again. And so on and so forth. Then every once in a while I realize how absolutely stupid and pointless my life’s been, I beat myself up over it and start to try and turn it around and do all these new, beneficial things to push forward in life, and I get bored of that in like a week and get back to what I was doing before. It’s tumultuous and insane, but it’s how I’ve been for years and I’m perfectly happy with that. And this right here is just one of those cycles put into mini!Myself to my dad while moving furniture (via thesungrowsonyourtongue)
I’ve had this in my drafts for like a week and a half now
Dear young: Free Mind, Free Body, Free Soul
A temporal hole bored through the skull’s
Cage bars, warped full and split unto the walls
As ephemeral shades drift about the halls.
What it all comes down to is that the big media moguls are corrupt, manipulative, and evil corporations that want nothing more than to dunk a million bands in a tank of shit so that they can yoink their wallets and leave them broken and alone. It happens and I won’t support that.
edtullett asked: Hey, I’m Ed Tullett. I was going through my Tumblr and saw that you like Fleet Foxes, so I thought you might like my own stuff! :) My music is falsetto/harmony rich acoustic stuff, with some banjo and other stuff thrown in. You can find the link to my music at the top of my Tumblr if you want to have a listen (the album is free to download!), I can’t post full links on here though. Would mean a lot if you did, and told me what you think! Thanks, Ed.
I’m too backed up with music to give this guy a chance right now, but anyone that might happen to see this really should, and let me know if I should reassess my priorities. Self-made artists need a bigger spotlight than they currently get.
I’m gonna have to disagree with this, and I’m gonna take the challenge of explaining without sounding like an egotistical asshole: A person can live without government, but people cannot. People need a sense of order, that much is unavoidable. No matter how primal and “anarchistic” we try to be, we’ll always operate on a system, a code of conduct, a law. Being consciously aware of others and their ideals, we inevitably form a collective of like-minded individuals, and that grows into a government.
The only moment, the only moment we live without government is that brief period of civil revolt when the governing peoples refuse to relinquish their grip, and the governed peoples turn violently against them. All of the chaos, the violence, the death, the theft, the destruction, and the carnal rage of it all is people without government. The strongest and most able survive, and the weak perish. Being consciously aware of others and their ideals, we care too much to allow such a brutal truth from existing for too long. No matter how much we disagree with a government, we’ll always replace it with another government, and no matter how much we love that government down the line, we’ll eventually grow to hate it and replace it once more.
There is no hope in a “government-free society”, and we’re not a farm, either, despite what Orwell would like to propose. Government’s an inevitable evil that actually does a lot of good. Our only duty as subjects is to recognize when the evil is too much for the good it gives, and throw it out for a better system.
(via philosophicalmess)
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I'm a young man with an old mind and a feeble heart. One that loves too soon and too long. I wish to be whisked away from these meager cultural trivialities and to be thrust into the vastness of the dwindling wilderness of the world. I find irony in everything, especially my thirst for nature being broadcast on an internet blog. But regardless, I'll spend all my time on here looking at birds and skies and trees, fish and foxes and masses of water. If that excites your passions: join me, my dear friend. Or you know, there are my writing and music blogs up there, too, if that's more your forte.
