Music/title: Chemical Angel; Watsky
“I’m already saved.”
. . ……
And just like that-
Everything is better than it ever was before.
Time to unlock my peripatetic home once again…
/ / /
Music/title: You Were My Home; Danielle Ate the Sandwich
… . . ..
Everything changes this year.
For the good. For the better. For me.
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Music/title: Sloppy Seconds; Watsky
Let’s throw everything to the wind. Let’s say, ‘Fuck it all!’ Let’s evolve; let the chips fall where they may.
And never question the actions we have with the best intentions.
You want to feel invincible?
… .. . .. . .
“But don’t paint me like the good guy ‘cause every time I write
I get to choose the angle that you view me, and select the nicest light.”
~ Tiny Glowing Screens (Part 2); Watsky
Music/title: Wounded Healer (Live! from the Troubadour); Watsky
It’s never enough for me.. To feel wanted has become such an addiction,
I don’t think I even realize when I’m giving in to it lately. It’s usually not a problem.
Unless.. ..Well, unless I really care about the person. And said person falls in love with me.
And I love someone else, who they then have to hear about every time they see me.
..swallowing their love for me like a fucking brick.
“I don’t know. In a way I like being all the love with you, even when it hurts.
But I have decided that we can only be friends. I know that has always been known,
but I live in a fantasy world you see. ..and have these weird delusions of things that I think could be.
So I am going to get over myself tonight.”
He’s been playing it off as though it’s nothing so well for so long..
This hurts. I’m hurting him, and it’s hurting me..
“You can’t love everyone, Bettina.
..and everyone can’t love you..”
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