“the reality of biological injustice and unfairness: that some babies are born healthy and others unhealthy, some smart and others stupid, and some beautiful and others ugly… It is not something we can do anything about. It is determined. It is a limitation on free will. Yet, everyone has a great deal of leeway for freewill, responsibility, and becoming an active agent rather than a pawn in life. There is a lot of leeway for helping myself rather than giving up and sinking, for doing the best that I can rather than whining… What I do with my genetic endowment and my body is definitely more important than merely the given of my biological inheritance.”—
"Never so complete just failing on its feet Choking out these last few days here.. Never ever lied all confidence at all times Trying hard to love myself. ..I think that I need some working on— so work on me. I think that nothing’s getting through— so get to me. Just another no show waste of passing go Christ knows how we get to be here..
No one’s broken, no one’s beaten I can see a rainbow near them I can see a rainbow.
Never so confused just laughed out cost abused Aiming loosely your direction Always too extreme all cause and case to plead I think that I need some working on— so work on me. I think that nothing’s getting through— so get to me. Just another no name taken passing blame Christ knows what we get to be here..
Always coming clean all case and cause to bleed Trying hard to like yourself.. Never so complete just falling on its feet Choking out these last few breaths here I think that I need some working on— so work on me. I think that nothing’s getting through— so get to me. Just another no show scissors paper stone Christ knows why we get to be here..”
I’m finishing up school this month— doing an analysis project for my psychology class on my mom, using the theories proposed by Karen Horney. I’ll let you figure out what that entails… And I have my french final on the 28th.. last astronomy class next week… annnnd I’m going to yoga in 2 hours. Obviously no final in that.
I’ll be purchasing a ticket to Henry Rollins’ spoken word show (in my hometown… er, 2nd hometown) !! After school lets out, I’m going to go crazy with psychosis and joy!! LA trips, maybe an SF trip, just lots of fun things! And no more missing good concerts like the fucking SPECIALS or the Buzzcocks… (although I am missing the Buzzcocks for Henry Rollins… don’t reproach me..)
I’ve been working on music a little bit lately; getting slowly but surely back into the swing of things. Modeling/photography means shit compared to music, for me anyway. I want to be a published writer or song writer… Alors la chance bien pour moi.
To all followers: Just ‘cuz I’m not technically “following” you doesn’t mean I don’t glance at your pages… I use the ‘who’s following me’ list to do that. I’m not one of those prof. tumbler users. This is just me blogging, basically. …How boring.
Just be honest, because that’s what shines through, and is appreciated in the end.
I’m in constant doubt of everything and everyone. I punish myself when I am gullible.
People have this front— this desire to compete and play it off ‘right’. Save themselves, and make things look great on the outside. Is it really a game you wish to play? Do you detest reality so much that you have to dream up your own to live in? Poor you…
you did accomplish one thing… you’ve gained my suspicion and mistrust.. and I despise you, lying fool. I see right through your miserable, broken facade.