When that someone is a person you felt had known you really well and you actually cared about..it’s sad.

When someone thinks they have you all figured out and they couldn’t be further from the truth = lols. I’m genuinely sorry though.

Our lungs bound together in a perfect harmony, our eyes steady as can possibly be…

Ya know’ I remember when I thought this pen could mend by beaten tongue. I’d pierce my skin with bright pink ink and ignored how much it stung. The ink would change, the colors would range, but my pen stayed the one. A written voice, little noise, pointing myself with a gun.

…You could say I was “lost in this world”, but now I just want to get lost in your eyes. Ignore this stirring world of possibilities before we get trapped in its lie-abilities.

“I know that I am nothing new,

There’s so much more more than me and you,”

Yet with our breath in rhythm, our mind in-freedomed, and our body no longer in two: the weight of my world could be a ton, but it now feels weightless with you.

(Source: rawmixter)

Ahs I missed having music on my blog. I just wanted 1 song to play [Pick Me Apart] because that song is perfection to my ears right now. But the random music player I chose from google added a sample of another song to the playlist and it ended up being Canon in D & if people haven’t realized, I’m a piano nerd sooo more ahs :)

I’m not surprised that this guy was planning a mass shooting/bombing on the people in the dorms. Society has kind of prepared us, or at least me, to realize some people need a lot of help and will do crazy things. What really surprises me is how all these random elements worked together in stopping what could have been a horrible tragedy. Like what would have happened if he had a different roommate who didn’t think as quick on his feet or what if the cops didn’t respond to the fire alarm as quick as they did. Makes you realize how quickly plans may actually change in our favor when we don’t even know it.  

I’ve never been a fan of those ‘say cheese and stare at the camera like the world has stopped and become perfect just for this moment’ type of photos. They’ve always just seemed so plastic and unrealistic. What I love are those photos taken when no one is paying attention. When people are just being natural and unpredictable. A husband caught looking at his wife with the deepest love in his eyes as she pretends to not notice, but can’t help and giggle and say “stahpp it” though she doesn’t really mean it. The way a persons face lights up as they share memories and stories with old friends they haven’t seen in years. A parents reaction as they drop their child off for the first day of school. Those seconds when we’re caught off guard and not posing are the best. You don’t get to just capture a moment in those type of photos, you capture a part of humanity that becomes immortal.

Ignore this because I’m just trying to clear a thought out of my head about the bitchassness this person clearly has been afflicted with. Get out of my face. I’m a peaceful person, but there isn’t enough Febreze to cover up the smell of your bullshit that’s stinkin’ up Orlando and frightening away the tourists.

And I know you check my blog so if you want to send me some anonymous message of crap, let me save you the trouble.

I swear that playing Someone Like You on the piano is working out my arms

That’s all I’ll reblog to express my utter disbelief and annoyance at that episode of Top Chef. Gail was clearly the only one who noticed Joscie keeps skating by each week and needed to go home because it was essentially her dish, but no one would listen to her (maybe Tom thought about it idk). Ughhh the second Kristen picked Joscie for her team I was like oh my God this may be the only thing that could kick her off -_____- It’s so ridiculous though, how do you kick off someone who has made perfect dishes these past few weeks and had to handle 5 or 6 different dishes in one night vs a chick who has been making horrible food these past few weeks and “shockingly” made the worst dish of the night despite only having to handle just that one dish. Kristen took responsibility (kudos to her) as the executive chef by saying it was partly her fault for Joscie’s dish, but based on their past in the competition it’s OBVIOUS who was at fault. Lol during plating Kristen was like I would have rather had one of the dishwashers make the dish than Joscie because of how incompetent she is lmao Kristen will come back strong. I better see her beat Joscie in next weeks Last Chance Kitchen (and yes I’m assuming they’ll finally send her incompetent ass home).

I’ve never been a huge birthday person (evident by the fact that people are typically more excited about my birthday than I am). I think that I’m just grateful that I’ve made it another year. Everyone goes through their own struggles and it’s cool to think that each year I’ve surpassed mine. I’ve been running tons of scenarios in my head of what I want to do this year, especially since last year I was deathly sick and partly hated my life (well when I found the time to with all my coughing and sneezing lol). So now I want to do something to make up for last year and I want it to be something that I’m going to love doing. Partying, clubbing, drinking blah blah blah, they’re all stuff I’m suppose to want to do, but being perfectly honest I’ve never really cared for any of that. I’ve been really blessed (this past year especially) and I’ve received so much with an amazing girlfriend, great friends, financial aid, camera equipment, videography experience, an internship and I feel like my future is finally mapping out in focus. I always feel like I need to take advantage of these opportunities I’m given because other people aren’t as blessed. So many people are out here struggling and I never really understood how one person can live in three mansions while another lives in a shopping cart. As hard as I may think I’ve worked towards my dreams, I hope to remember that there will never be any treasure in greed. My twin helped me realize that all I really want to do is give back. I use to be a part of this homeless ministry when I lived in SoFLo and helping out each week is one of my most fondest memories growing up. So my birthday plan (hoping it’ll become more than a one time thing) is to find a homeless shelter or maybe another ministry of the sort here in Orlando where I can help out and give to the people who really need some sort of blessing. 

It will be subtle, but a lot of short scripts speak out on how a writer sees the world. Their beliefs, views, and creativity intertwine to create something that embodies a voice. I’ve been working on one that I couldn’t really see my voice in until I changed the ending. The subtext of the story is about loss of control and how I personally feel when others take it from you. I tried to sugarcoat the ending to make it inspiringly positive, but I couldn’t like it because that isn’t how I feel about losing control. It scares both me and the character I created. My main character desperately doesn’t want to lose the power he craves and will do anything so he’ll have it eternally. As much as I think it’s important to inspire the world with positive messages, I’m glad I made something showing the destruction of a man’s need for control.