The love and hope of the world lies deep in the Earth’s soil and shown through the simplest, and most humble of all things.
It's just the way I think.
Everything happens for a reason. The best has yet to come. It's all about perspective.
Legends are not born, but instead are distinguished after death. For brilliance is seldom recognized while it is at work. Instead it is put down. You see what makes a true legend legendary is the fact that it does not shut down after all is lost. It keeps going even though it is not recognized because recognition is not necessary in doing what is just.
It's just the way I think.: I love the smell of freshly cut grass, coffee, toothpaste, burning...
I love the smell of freshly cut grass, coffee, toothpaste, burning leaves, and gasoline. I love long drives to no where with loud music, and sitting with my head out the window. I love bright colored flowers, staring into the sky, and recapping dreams. I love finding new music,…
It's just the way I think.: Most people do not realize or value the little things they are able to...
Most people do not realize or value the little things they are able to do everyday. In return when a person has “little” accomplishments the become insignificant. However it depends on the circumstances that create the size of the accomplishment. I am here to say, do not belittle the things that…
No matter how hard you try- You will never understand her- Simply because she doesn’t want to be understood.
Necklace | Gavin M
Just…take a listen.
Is it that kids have no respect for authority?
Or is it that there is no authority for kids to practice respect.
If the world was blind would you still be pretty?
The constant rise in the need of education-
Follows the constant rise in tuition-
Because it’s a letter grade
That defines me.
That shows my qualities-
Who I am-
And who I ought to be-
Is it not?
Stephen King / On Writing
This is not the real world. The realness has been taken away. We are all fake people fighting over fake things to find something real- Something that makes us feel alive. Some sort of emotion, drug, luxury, sex, or powerful social stance that feels real. Something that realeases something inside us that makes us feel alive. Some euphoric rush- Alas that is all it will ever amount to- a rush. It, the feeling, does not last. It is impossible for it to last. The realness of the world has been taken away by things beyond the skies. We as humans are incapable of reaching our full potential. We are incapable of accessing who we really are. We are all just fake people fighting over fake things trying to find something real. None of this really matters. It is all fake. This is not the real world. It is only half of it. The rest was stripped away long ago- just like us.
Birds can go anywhere,
Yet I still see the same ones chirping out my window every day.
I don’t understand.
They can go anywhere in the world at anytime-
And yet they stay here,
But then again-
I could go anywhere-
At any given time.
And yet I stay here.
I wonder if they question me like I do them.
I wonder if they wonder about if they had legs like I wonder if I had wings.
I wonder that if I was a bird would I still give the same excuses about not going places like I do now as human.
I guess I’ll never know.
Either do something or write something. It doesn’t matter as long as you make it worth while.
I apologize for my absence from tumblr lately,
But to answer some of your questions-
I’m still alive and movin-
Just really busy.
But school’s almost out!
Ha! Love you guys!
