edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros - home.
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daisy may & seth bernard - shine on.
their music moves me like no other music has before. until a couple of weeks ago, i hadn’t seen daisy may perform in years. her voice still gives me goosebumps. she is truly a gem.
grab a pen, turn the page.
Facing a lot of lasts as of late. Last class at cmu. Last tailgate as a college student. Last finals week. Last birthday in mount pleasant. And (hopefully) last winter in Michigan.
In spite of this, there are a lot of firsts on the rise; Many new, thrilling adventures ahead of me. I start my internship at the Thoracic Cardiovascular Institute in Lansing come January. I’ll be a college graduate by May. And then, even broader possibilities. I can go anywhere. I can do something for me. Anything. Is. Possible.
The other night, I started jotting down a list of things I want to do before I turn 25. Shortly after that, I realized that I am going to be 24 in a week. Wow. I’m not editing the list; Nothing will be crossed off until it is done. My oh my, this is going to be one busy year.
There is one particular item on the list worth mentioning right now. It is quite possibly the most important, and it is without a doubt the closest to my heart. My first novel, in the hustle and bustle of the year to come, will be started and finished. I don’t care if it is published. I don’t care if it sold in stores. And most of all, I don’t care if anyone on the face of the earth likes it. It is for me. It is a journey I need to take, and the final product will merely serve as proof that I broke through the red tape and crossed the finished line.
Here’s to beginnings. And being fortunate enough to have them everyday we are alive.
Thought!
It is quite impressive how many outwardly expressed emotions (from either extreme) a trivial, fictional movie can spark. And i wonder… how different we would be, if we were even remotely passionate about life in the same way. Maybe one day it will be hip to do so. Maybe one day it will catch on..
“The process of repeated birth is known as samsara, or ‘endless wandering’, a term suggesting continuous movement like the flow of a river. All living creatures are part of this cyclic movement and will continue to be reborn until they attain nirvana.”
— Damien Keown
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this song woke me up out of a dead sleep last night.
relator // pete yorn & scarlett johansson.
highly anticipating this album, which comes out september 15th. i may pee my pants, actually.
hi.
writing is the only means that i am able to express myself entirely. i haven’t done either enough lately, and now, my mind is a klusterfuck.
although this is not my first attempt at cleaning up the giant mess that resides all too comfortably in my head, it is certainly the first attempt with some promise. basically, if i don’t do this, free my mind from all the garbage about to consume my soul, i am sleeping in the gutter.
i am fighting for myself because it is the only person i should (and will) depend on. i just have to believe i am better than this; i have to believe that i have not yet seen the best this world has to offer, and it is still to come. i know it is all in my hands now. reach. reach. reeeaaaach.
