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theadventuresofoliversykes: I just need somebody to stay in bed With me and play video games and...

Sun, 12 May 2013 21:27:24 -0600

theadventuresofoliversykes:

I just need somebody to stay in bed With me and play video games and watch Disney films.. Just for a few days

I need more light.

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 12:08:18 -0600

(Thursday Morning)
4/25/13

11:14a.

I need more light.

I awoke today with an immediate knowing that I couldn’t, and wouldn’t report for work today. I laid awake for five minutes before sending a text of half truths to those in charge. No question, no worry in my tone. Only declaration: “I won’t be making it into work today.” Something felt everyday for year when waking for work -typical of an unfulfilled twenty-something trapped in a mouse wheel doubling as a clock, but today was definite.
Later, during coffee and as I was making my way into a book there were two knocks on the door. My first thought was work tracking me down -which unfortunately was not unheard for me (memories of a co-worker sent by management rapping at my bedroom window before the sun had yet risen replayed) this thought quickly vanished however as I heard the muffled sound of a diesel engine pulling away. Delivery.
Surprised to see my name as the recipient, I brought the package inside. I had checked yesterday and the only package I was awaiting wasn’t listed due until early next week.
I slid a razor blade through the tape and pulled open the box. Inside, the expected item, early.
A leather luggage set I had ordered on a whim in anticipation of my dreamed adventures compressed tightly with each piece nested inside a larger mate had made for a deceptively small box. A Matryoshka sign from the Universe.
I would find it incredibly ignorant to overlook such a clear set of symbols: after finally acting on a feeling felt daily for 13 months, an item holding pieces of a future I’m trying to build should arrive early. I do my best to keep an open mind on everything that comes my way, never missing the negative. So why turn a blind eye when surprised by something positive?

21 years old.
11:35a.

The Birds (are eating my house).

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 10:38:02 -0600

The Birds (are eating my house).

Waking up.

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 08:11:34 -0600

Waking up.

"It was impossible that this affair should end successfully; such things did not happen in real life."

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 20:31:48 -0600

“It was impossible that this affair should end successfully; such things did not happen in real life.”

- 1984

Video

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 16:00:58 -0600

Video

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 18:08:50 -0600

Photo

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 20:26:02 -0600

(Sunday Evening) 4/7/2013 8:58p. There’s a scary point in your thinking when years...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 21:06:22 -0600

(Sunday Evening)
4/7/2013

8:58p.

There’s a scary point in your thinking when years have passed and you’re still comparing your entire world and everyone you meet to one person.

It’s easy to question yourself and it rips at your thoughts: Did I fuck up too much?

9:00p.

21 years old.

Old journal entry. Wasn’t even sure it was I who had...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 21:15:14 -0600

Old journal entry.
Wasn’t even sure it was I who had written it.

Perfectly Damaged

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 21:07:56 -0600

She was perfectly damaged and perfectly needy; fresh from a breakup and desperate to be loved.
I was wandering lost and listless. Jaded.
She smoked to the pass the time, she smoked to socialise and she smoked to escape - step outside and shiver under the stars as she filled her lungs.

We were like a scene from a movie. Our stories told themselves as we framed up perfectly in the lens. Every breath of smoke, every sip, stolen glance, and break of laughter was expertly lit and captured. It was easy and dangerous to lose myself on either side of the 4th wall. It was difficult not to watch. We were underground. We were indie, pop, metal, all the talks of the town.
We rostered the overly and underly saturated art films of our peers without ever a script. We wrote the rules on going out and staying in.

Easter, bored. Five minute animation.

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 13:09:01 -0600

Easter, bored. Five minute animation.

psql: We’re doing a FRY party in New York, at McDonald’s, lower...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 19:28:47 -0600

psql:

We’re doing a FRY party in New York, at McDonald’s, lower east side. The thing where you order a shit ton of fries and eat around them in a group.

It’s tonight at 10pm. Come!

https://www.facebook.com/events/183015001847219

Guys.

tropic-of-autumn: considerthishippie: Trampoline tent for...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 21:15:53 -0600

tropic-of-autumn:

considerthishippie:

Trampoline tent for summer sleepovers.

Give me this

Yes. Please.

"What are you running from; why don’t you just go? Run towards something."

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:58:00 -0600

“What are you running from; why don’t you just go? Run towards something.”

- My mother

Hardly Worth A Write-Up

Sat, 02 Mar 2013 11:14:00 -0700

Life is rarely worth sharing about right now. That’s nothing against what’s happening, it’s just terribly mundane and a bore to anyone but me (okay, boring for me too).

I spend some time each day browsing the lives of those I envy and aspire to be like, it’s motivating and inspiring, though too many of us spend too much (all of) our time doing this.

Always wishing, and never reaching for ourselves.

But! That’s changing. Whole heap of things being worked on; really feeling creative and positive energy lately.

It’s stressful and chaotic with so many different things being worked on, but they’re all things I enjoy, and I’m getting a better handle on organisation.

The only thing that can positively change my world are my actions and my attitude.

Give it a go for yourself.

sirmitchell: Man asks his wife to slap him awake for 15 days.

Sat, 02 Mar 2013 07:40:40 -0700

sirmitchell:

Man asks his wife to slap him awake for 15 days.

Perspective °1: Creating Your Perfect Day

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 12:26:06 -0700

Started this writing/life exercise where you, as the title implies, describe your perfect day. I chose to do mine more as prose than a simple list.
It’s a bit visualisation and a bit planning. After creating your day, you begin applying what you wrote to what you already do and end up transforming your literary world into your real one.
Not quite finished, but I’m ready to work on something else today.
Ever moving mind.

14. February 2013

12:11:11 PM

I awoke without a fuss, or shroud of negativity. I picked up my phone and read the time, 6:25. Another five minutes would pass until my alarm would sound, but I flipped the countdown off anyway and began checking updates from my numerous social networks. A “like” here, a joke or two there, and the ever-present photo of someone’s dinner or coffee cast a glow upon my face as I scrolled through the mindless, shallow information. I pressed open my email and found, amidst the usually junk, a few messages inquiring about collaborative work, several “notice me”’s, and a proof to review; nothing immediately pressing for a response.
Though I’d only gone to bed a handful of hours before, I felt as I always did and as rested as you might after an entire night’s sleep.

I set my phone back down and slid to the edge of my platform bed. Feet on the floor and dressed I moved to the window to view the incredible city below me. From my high-rise I admired the dimly lit expanse where the sun had just begun to poke its way through a fog blanket.
I made my way down the stairs from my lofted bedroom and into the kitchen where my coffee had dripped as I got myself out of bed. I fixed a cup: two creams, two sugars, and sat myself at the table. I reached for the small notebook always left at my seat, flipped to a clean page, dated it and began sketching, scribbling and jotting down the ideas that had been swimming through my head since I first opened my eyes.

Momentarily satisfied with my morning’s inklings, I finished off what was left of coffee in my cup, and headed towards my weight room.

With a workout in, breakfast eaten, and my shower had, I dressed for the day in an outfit fitted for the pages of my favourite magazine and headed for the studio in the lowest level of my penthouse apartment.

Once there, I went back to the email I had only lightly touched earlier that day for a more in depth examination. I returned the proof with a few final notes, responded positively to the collaborations, a took a quick listen to each of the hopefuls – expressing interest in those I thought best and sent notes of thanks and encouragement to the rest.

Finished with the outside matters, I pulled open a new session for myself and began work on a few ideas from my notebook that I’d transferred from paper into the Cloud.
Noticing the clock and that morning had turned into early afternoon, I was content to hit ‘Save’ and headed to retrieve my phone.

Photo

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 15:00:20 -0700

Things I Enjoy

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 19:27:12 -0700

(in no particular order and by no means a comprehensive list)

Drinking coffee.
Eating Breakfast/Brunch.
Hanging out with friends/family.
Drinks and evenings on the deck.
Traveling.
Road trips.
4am flights.
Dressing up.
Dressing down.
Going out.
Staying in.
Rainy days.
Sunny afternoons.
Photo journals.
Writing.
Reading.
Listening to music.
Going to shows.
Writing music.
Playing music.
Matinees.
London.
Seattle.
New York.
Going to the city.
Leaving the city.
Camping.
Beaches.
Islands.
Castles.
Waking up early.
Staying up late.
Going to dinner.
Cooking.
Spending money.
Saving money.
Spoiling friends/family.
Premier/Top tier sporting events.
New glasses, jackets and boots.
Technology.
Books.
Escaping.
Star Wars.
Harry Potter.
Motorcycles.
Eating healthy.
Overindulging.
Working out.
Watching cartoons.
Art.
Crisp Autumn mornings.
Cool Summer nights.
Girls in flats.
Girls in boots.
Sleepovers.

If there’s anyway I can turn any/all of these into a career/steady-stable cash flow, lemme know.