Senses define life The smell of summer, the music of the time, the taste of cooking As my senses dull so do my memories Everything becomes neutral and forgettable A creeping haze fills my thoughts
kitten-burrito: brakken: SBURB Smash Bros. o: These are fucking amazing sprites.
Thoughts from within sometimes cloud the mind It becomes difficult to find an answer or even conflict Sometimes the only way find it is to talk It does not need to be with someone It can be towards the heavens, the birds in the trees Sometimes the answer comes from just talking to no one but yourself.
An urge to do something meaningful Yet a whirlwind of indecision Sweeps up my time Time spent figuring out what to do When all there really is to do Is to start.
esotericsanonymous: (◕‿◕✿) What the fuck (◕‿◕✿) does this even mean anymore (◕‿◕✿) is it supposed to express love and peace (◕‿◕✿) or unfathomable rage and hatred
There is always imprecision in life Moving too fast and missing some of the finer points It usually doesn’t matter But somehow there are those moments when there is complete control In thought, in execution, in feeling And it is so gratifying Because everything else is so unpredictable
oohtheyhavenibbles: I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT GLOSTER CANARIES AND I’M GONNA CRY LOOKIT THEM THEY HAVE BOWLCUTS BOWLCUTS LOOK AT THAT SMUG LITTLE FUCKER WITH HIS FUCKING BOWLCUT
Why is it so difficult to find that “spark”? That passions that’s supposedly leads me to a happy career? The infinite opportunity out there makes it feel impossible Finding that one thing that fixates my mind and can be considered “work” I don’t want to drown.