One of these days man... It's gonna happen, completely by accident. It'll just slip. And then they'll wonder if it was really an accident. At least I'll smell good though. Man am I tired. Not sleeping well at all because of night terrors, just puts me on edge with people. Tired of my landlord being a dick. Burnt out at work. Just want to shut everyone out... #straightrazor #woops
We look... weirdly related in this photo. It's a weird milestone in a relationship when you have to accept ideological differences, but maintain the relationship anyway. It just makes you wonder... why? What is it that's sustaining this? Love? Respect? Necessity? There's a sense of humility in being able to put aside differences for a greater good, but also a very practical fear. What happens when life comes in the way? What if commitments put strain on that mutually accepted difference? It reminds me of Katsuragi's porcupine theory. The closer you huddle for warmth, the more likely you'll bring harm.
We eat dinner with others to commune with them. To share frustrations, tales of lost loves, and debate differences of perspective. It's not always pleasant. What we have to say may not always be nice. But what's important is that we agree to make the physical space. We agree to say that someone else is important and worthy of our time. These aren't requisites in one's life by any means, but by depriving yourself of it you might lose sight of the inherent value people bring, being someone other than you, equipped with the full faculties of conversation, humor, and love. #thai #crispypork #breakbread
I feel like probably what you'd find in that trash. Some tissues. Gum. Receipts. A chicken carcass. Wrappers. Maybe some cheap voodoo trinket. And an assortment of other objects all representing some kind of significance, but nothing so significant as to form a cohesive picture. Everything points to something else, and as result it can only be surmised as trash. I miss New Orleans. #neworleans #mintjulep #trash
Ryan was on drugs and Cameron was wishing he was on them, but there was still plenty of hunger to go around between the three of us.
His life was compressed into that moment of sunset, and slipped away easily as the sun sank beneath the sea. This was a beautiful moment, but it was ruined by some acoustic church group. Till next time.
A day without my medication and I get headaches and vomiting that not even a vicoden can stop. Thinking about cute stuffed creatures makes it slightly better tho.