Is there a god?

My car is acting up real bad, so I’m having to hitch rides to work and school. It’s Friday the 13th, maybe it really does call for bad luck. I have to work late tonight, and I would really just like a hug to get me by today. Unfortunately I don’t think my co-workers can offer we a warm place in their arms tonight. Buh.

I don’t write on Tumblr anymore because I know if I do I’ll get questioned about it. I need to stop internalizing everything. It’s gotten to the point that I can’t even admit out loud some of the things I’m thinking. I can’t write the words down, even if my eyes are the only ones to see them. I just push them down deeper into my brain in hopes that they’ll get lost there.

For every thought I have, there’s almost always a backspace bar involved.

Is it terrible that nearly every relationship related story on tumblr I see, I scoff at and immediately stamp a death date on this anonymous “ohsoinlove” blogger’s relationship? I’m way too horribly critical of love.

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A process video of Jacob van Loon making one of his most recent paintings. This is really beautiful and meditative, and almost reminds me of aerial landscape videography sometimes. Jacob’s process photos and videos always make me wish I was a “real” artist.

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Video: The Making of Madison & Kohlhase

Please share, watch and enjoy.

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Sometimes we need to change our perspective.
Be thankful everyday.

This is the sound of desperation This is the sound of me wearing thiiiiin

I put an old Hawthorne Heights album I got for Christmas my Freshman Year in my stereo today. It made me think of my red Zune and MySpace and pictures with lyric captions and sadness and unrequited love.

Time has passed.

I would just really like a joint. Or a drink. Not too much to ask, right?

It’s awkward when you’re on tumblr at school and porn pops up on your dash.