Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well.– John Billings (once again)
in that Tumblrbot's a dick
Well, it’s no secret that this Tumblr may as well be like a tumbleweed in terms of how many people follow this (all three of you!), but Tumblrbot sure is a dick about it: frecklesandmoles started following you Reply |Tumblr to me show details 1:00 AM (9 hours ago) Finally. Love, TumblrBot Dick. So, now that Earl came and went, it’s time to see if I have l’class or...
in which nothing worked out
So yesterday I was supposed to spend the afternoon/night/early morning playing D&D with friends. I had, however, changed my mind since I was tired. And though I was tired, this was simply a clever ruse. I was actually going to surprise my significant other by taking him to the beach for our three year anniversary, doing something similar to what we’d done waaay back in our three month...
Be like a postage stamp. Stick to one thing until you get there.– John Billings
quite possibly hell
This is how my life feels like right now. Bland. Boring. Endless. Mechanical. All the things I absolutely detest. If I detest them though, how did I get to this point? The answer is my job, which essentially consists sitting down at a cubicle in front of a computer and answering phone calls the whole shift. When there are no phone calls, then I’m chatting with coworkers, or else...
these night shifts are killing me. i need more sleep, kinda like the world needs more peace and tranquility.
There’s a kind of solitude you can find late at night, especially at this hour. It’s like you and a few other souls are sharing the same burden of being the few people to carry a city through, be it because of work or sleeplessness or some crime to keep your life going, while the rest of the population sleeps idly. It’s lonely, yet amazingly comforting at the same time.
Even though rain can mean a lot of things, for the most part, it can mean a moment of renewal. The exception is when it rains nonstop for a few weeks or months. Then it’s just annoying.
There’s more beauty in the truth, even if it is dreadful beauty. The...– East of Eden, by John Steinbeck
A lot of people have been complaining about the weather. Either there’s too much sun or too much rain. I, however, enjoy the extremes. People fall into gray areas, so it’s hard to find something that can be one thing or the other. Besides, I’ve enjoyed these sunny days. They bring out the best in me. I smile more. The best part is that I live next to the beach, so when...
Fragmented, that’s how I see myself lately. My life comes together, my friends fall apart, sort of like ocean waves crashing against the shore. Part of me wonders what it’s like to have my life in one whole piece, but mostly I think it might be better to keep myself in pieces. That way, I can hide and tuck away the pieces I find most important, so others don’t steal them away. ...