June 2011
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This is getting really old. Dear Mom and Dad. I am eighteen fucking years old. I have just enough respect for you to tell you where I am, where I’m going. You don’t supply me with transportation. You don’t give me money. Nor do I ask. I’ve learned not to expect that much from you. I’m fucking sick of you blowing up my phone when you know damn well where I am....
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At my college orientation one of the seniors told...
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I’m trying to teach myself how to play the guitar and it’s the hardest thing in the world.
Beautiful people surround me. I never fail to remember this. If it weren’t for their inspiration, I would have no motivation. So when their disappointment lies within a mistaken failure, I want to shake them by the shoulders. Talent is apparent. Passion is there. Your greatest strength is your heart.
Eyes are on you, but that’s where you decide to choose the moves you’ll make....
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Blur…a lot of blur. Tinted ten shades darker since the last time I washed the windows. Driving through a blur of lights, turns. Cities. Countries.
Wants, versus, priority. Necessities compared to responsibilities. Choices, but are they really my choices to make. I used to be superwoman. I could handle every option, explore every area of the world that I desire. I’m realizing I have a...
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It is so much harder finding an asian market in Florida versus California.
I caught up with Zoltar today, he always seems to map out the big picture and bring me some situational awareness. “You’ve been trying to figure out the best time to travel. You’re wondering if a business trip or a vacation would be good. You may be wondering if to travel is a better thing than to arrive. It is not fit that everyone should travel. You change your sky, not your...
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I never do anything half-assed.
It’s insulting to me when others, especially those that I care about the most, act like my actions are a personal attack or that my efforts aren’t me putting in my all.
I get this massive flight anxiety whenever I do have to fly. I really can’t explain the source of it, but I shake uncontrollably and my heart rate speeds up…this process is occuring as I type this. Wish me luck guys. :(
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Dear Florida,
I’m coming for you. Watch out.
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I can’t help but continue to hope. That’s the shitty side of trying to be so optimistic. It literally hurts so badly to hope this hard.
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I’ve spent all morning nestled under the covers with the fan on, and Nujabes playlist playing on Pandora.