Dec 07

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity…”


Dec 28
‎”But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it’s better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you’re fighting for.”


‎”But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it’s better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you’re fighting for.”


Dec 27

:::: I don’t see anything I don’t like about you.

::: But you will! But you will, and I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped, because that’s what happens with me.


Dec 24
They call Holidays and option for a reason. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BF_F5974B7I

They call Holidays and option for a reason. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BF_F5974B7I


Dec 23

The worst part is waking up one day and realizing that it never was real. It felt real to you and it looked real the people around you, but as time goes on you realize how you were such a fool. If it was real it would still exist. It wouldn’t hurt like this if you meant something. But you never will, and the saddest part is you never did. You built your whole life around it, only to have them scoff at your ignorance. And it happens. Over and over again. You see all the signs, but you let it happen again. It’s only in these moments you realize you need to be more careful, to not let it happen ever again. However you will forget how much it hurts, because it entices you every time…because maybe this time will be different. They all can’t be liars. It will mean just as much as it did the first time. And they will laugh in your face when you figure out it was a lie…and then it will happen…again. You are a fool. 


Dec 20
Life is about staying up too late with close friends. And drinking drinks that turn your tongue an abnormal amount of red. And taking pictures when you just don’t look attractive.  Life is about capturing moments on film… to remember when your memory starts to fade. 

Life is about staying up too late with close friends. And drinking drinks that turn your tongue an abnormal amount of red. And taking pictures when you just don’t look attractive.  Life is about capturing moments on film… to remember when your memory starts to fade. 


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Dec 19
To live is to CREATE…If you are not creating something you are not living. Maybe that’s why I hate working typical jobs, where you slave away for people who don’t care about creating. They don’t care if you were alive or dead and then you begin not to care either. The mind is not stimulated by dull, repetitive chores. But that is the American dream. Work and work and hopefully have enough in your bank account. Forget about passion and creativity. And then you do. You forget what it’s like to actually live. Creators never make that money and they work just as much…but they’re alive. And we wonder why we are all drugged up with happy pills. We’re all walking dead. Zombies. I know this because I am dead those days where I don’t get to create. But a new day comes and you can awake to morning sunlight, it’s begging you to create something. Or maybe you awoke to rain and sadness. However it isn’t so bad if you just create. Create something ugly, something imperfect, something incredible, something irreplaceable. It doesn’t matter what it is, if you want to live, you need to create.  Don’t be dead while you’re breathing. …And maybe when you do take your last breath someone will discover what you created, maybe not, but at least you can say you lived. 

To live is to CREATE…If you are not creating something you are not living. Maybe that’s why I hate working typical jobs, where you slave away for people who don’t care about creating. They don’t care if you were alive or dead and then you begin not to care either. The mind is not stimulated by dull, repetitive chores. But that is the American dream. Work and work and hopefully have enough in your bank account. Forget about passion and creativity. And then you do. You forget what it’s like to actually live. Creators never make that money and they work just as much…but they’re alive. And we wonder why we are all drugged up with happy pills. We’re all walking dead. Zombies. I know this because I am dead those days where I don’t get to create. But a new day comes and you can awake to morning sunlight, it’s begging you to create something. Or maybe you awoke to rain and sadness. However it isn’t so bad if you just create. Create something ugly, something imperfect, something incredible, something irreplaceable. It doesn’t matter what it is, if you want to live, you need to create.  Don’t be dead while you’re breathing. …And maybe when you do take your last breath someone will discover what you created, maybe not, but at least you can say you lived. 


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Dec 18

There’s beauty in imperfection. I am addicted. Everything about imperfections I love. In every picture. In every relationship. In every day. The imperfections are my favorite part.

There’s comfort in failure. Failure feels like home. Maybe that’s why I like Failure. Failure is imperfection. Maybe that’s what peace feels like. Accepting the failure, loving the imperfection. 
You can come to terms with it. Or you can run from it. Either way leads you to more failure.  You just have to decide to enjoy it. 

There’s beauty in imperfection. I am addicted. Everything about imperfections I love. In every picture. In every relationship. In every day. The imperfections are my favorite part.

There’s comfort in failure. Failure feels like home. Maybe that’s why I like Failure. Failure is imperfection. Maybe that’s what peace feels like. Accepting the failure, loving the imperfection. 

You can come to terms with it. Or you can run from it. Either way leads you to more failure.  You just have to decide to enjoy it. 


Pictures make time stop long enough for us realize that everyone has an ache in their soul.

Pictures make time stop long enough for us realize that everyone has an ache in their soul.


How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
This weakness I feel I must finally show
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life~ Mumford and Sons

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes

I struggle to find any truth in your lies

And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know

This weakness I feel I must finally show

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die

Where you invest your love, you invest your life~ Mumford and Sons