listening to my old trance playlist. song is TOO GOOD to not add back to my current. puhahhaha. might just jizz in my pants if i hear him play this track during EDC weekend. even better, if he played “not the same” i’d CRUMBLE.
raison d'être
→ Ask me anything
love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
-shakespeare
be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
-unknown
we must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
-martin luther king jr.
-shakespeare
be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
-unknown
we must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.
-martin luther king jr.
→ Ask me anythingactually not quite sure if i posted this song? either way,
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if i wrote a book about where we stand, the title of my book would be “life with superman”. that’s how you make me feel. i count you as a privilege. this love is so ideal, i’m honored to be in it. i know you feel the same. i see it every day and all the things you do and all the things you say.
if i wana try to count the ways you make me smile, i’ll run out of fingers before i run out of time to sing to talk about. you keep it going on, make me wana keep my lovin’ strong. make me wana try my best to give you what you want and what you need. give you my whole heart, not just a little piece. more than a minimum, i’m talking everything. more than a single wish, i’m talking every dream.
if there’s options, i don’t want them. they’re not worth my time. ‘cause if it’s not you, oh no thank you. i like us just fine. you’re a roc in the sand. you’re a smile in a cry. you’re my joy through the pain. you’re the truth through the lies. no matter what i do, i know that i can count on you.
you are my roc.
truth
except 8 (my boss is the shit) and 10 (i’m classy, bitch). but everything else… TRUTH. cold hard truth. how incredibly accurate.
(Source: limeranceguy)
I don’t really know where I’m going with this post but I guess I just needed to write some things down. I had a long conversation with a lady at Starbucks (a Starbucks regular, like me. Studying at Starbucks all the time gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of amazing and intelligent people who frequently come to Starbucks to work as well.) Basically I was telling her how stressed I am because I don’t really know what to do with my career and that I want to switch to something I love but I can’t because I’m scared and I don’t know what I’m good at and I have to take care of my mom, BLAHBLAHBLAH all of that goodness. If you read my previous posts, this might sound very familiar. It’s actually the same lady I had the same conversation with back in September. Anyway, she went on trying to help me and continued expanding on her life story and all of the jobs she had and all of the experiences she had, but this time I got a little insight about her love life and son. She didn’t really get into it but her first husband passed away when she was very young, when she was 30. Then there was something about a son… and I guess a second husband? But I guess they separated and she at some point her son decided to live with her exhusband. This wasn’t the main part of her story, she was more talking about all of her jobs and didn’t really want to get into that part of her life but the little that I heard made me really sad. Throughout the long conversation we had, I heard so much about all of her accomplishments and life through her career but I heard so little of her son and husbands. I guess she was alone for a lot of her life and focused a lot on her career. I mean, all of the experiences she had was fascinating but it made me sad that she didn’t get to enjoy it with a family.
I guess what I’m trying to get at is… Okay, for the past year or so I’ve been so focused on my career and my future and what I really really want to do with my life. I honestly can say that I was so focused on my life and doing what I love that I almost felt like… maybe I don’t want to live like most people do, get married, have kids, have a family, etc. I almost felt like having a family is kind of like being in a trap. Where you try to make so much money so your kids will have a good life. And then your kids try to make a lot of money so THEIR kids have a good life… and it goes on and on and on. But then what is the point of life? It’s a viscous cycle… I really just want to have a reason why I’m here. A raison d’être. Not just to reproduce and take care of my kids. I want a real reason. Something that I can contribute. Some people are content with just living life and being happy, I wish I were one of those people… but I’m not. I want something to live for other than making money so my future kids will have a good life. Well. I think I found it. I think I understand…
i admit, i am a pessimist, it’s not a secret. but i still try to look at the bright side and really just focus on the things that i love and are important to me, not waste my energy on hating on things that i’m not completely fond of. but it’s highly unattractive to me when people feel the need to rant and look down on other people/things because of differences in opinions/tastes(?). people who judge other people because they think differently or do stupid things (in their opinion). you just have to realize that everyone sees things in different ways and not think that just because some people don’t see it the way you do, it’s wrong. it’s all about understanding and knowing that even if the other person is not on the same page, doesn’t make them less of a person, just not where you are at the moment.
there’s not enough time in this world to be an angry bitch. learn to understand and have a little more acceptance in your life. cut some people some slack. be more down to earth. for your own sake.
(via etiquetteforalady)
don’t know how else to say it, don’t want to see my parents go.
one generation’s length away from fighting life out on my own.
stop this train, i want to get off and go home again.
i can’t take the speed it’s moving in.
i know i can’t but honestly won’t someone stop this train…
sigh.
love this.
