Life since college has been…

Like being unable to see the forest for the trees. I’d never understood that phrase before graduation. I functioned in such a way that I could always see the individual trees and the forest all at once - a true EXFJ, neither more sensing nor intuitive. Equally dually perceptive. But after graduation, I could only see the trees.

And let me tell you, I’ve been lost in this tree-filled nightmare, lost in the brambles, tripping on gnarled roots, for almost a year now. I can’t see the forest, but I can only guess that I’m in one.

Additionally, the further away from that day in June 2012 I get, the more I forget. How to write, how to analyze, how to force myself to write, how to force myself to do anything, how to do anything, how to gag on compliance so I don’t swallow every piece of hand-fed propaganda (the customer is always right, the customer is always right, repeat after me the customer… is always… right)…

But from all this silence and tongue holding, my ravaged throat has healed. I can’t remember a thing about myself worth noting, but I can finally, finally sing again.

crasstoise:

I don’t trust people who hate Kanye West.

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it’s dire
My time today

Fall Out Boy announced that this band would be opening for them for the Fall tour so I gave them a listen. And I haven’t been able to listen to anything other than this album since. Ooops.

Anyway, this song is almost like spoken word and I thought that was cool. But also the fact that all their songs sound different from each other and the fact that the songwriter said, “I didn’t know there were rules in songwriting” when asked why he mixes it up so much made me smile.

Sometimes I get out of bed a little earlier than I really want to because my desire to see Max outweighs my desire to sleep more. :3

teenwolf:

Can’t wait for the full trailer to be released Monday? Neither can we. Here’s a preview of what’s to come…

the sounds coming from my face while watching this were unrivaled by the mightiest raptors.

vin-d-opium:

Ad Reinhardt, How to Look at Art, Arts & Architecture, January 1947

interneternal:

what it feels like to be a casual member of a drama filled fandom

misharoux:

scenesfromaboredmind:

The Great Gonzo

Now this I would watch. 

Fuckin Pete Wentz does it again, man. What an idol. ;_;

Jack’s Mannequin - MFEO/You Can Breathe