don’t take me back

I do not, repeat, do not want to keep dragging around the same problem if it’s no longer meant for me. It served it’s purpose, I know it needs to go. Why, why, why is it that when I reach this point it always seems as if it’s on the verge of turning around, that change will come crashing through and be all right, even when it’s clear this isn’t the case?

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“Hold my hand, spin around”

  1. Let go
  2. Let go
  3. Let go

Any more of this and I’ll be too dizzy to walk away unharmed.

Please, let go.

become the magician

It’s about time I saw how to make use of what’s around me. Opportunity is boundless and I know what to do with it.

If I want to make this a happy ending, I can. If I want to find the next best thing, I can. If I want to own the whole goddamn world, I can, and I will.

“You can have anything you want, but you can’t have everything you want.”

Now let’s get to that horizon.

are you sure?

What’s it called when you give up on giving up? Perseverance or naïveté?


Sky Tree is still over there

It’ll be hard to move out of my current apartment without feeling ungrateful. There’s really not much more I could ask of a residence, except that it’s too small. But the place overall is wonderful and I’ve had so many good times here.

But it looks like a new sort of times are starting, and I must go.

magic? you know it bitch

Small, insignificant things can easily lead to an enourmous change that no one, let alone you, saw coming. And one day you’ll try to rewind and wonder ‘how did I end up here’ and those little memories will sprinkle down, making you wish you had never asked.

you all need a dramatic playlist

So many impulsive words can be avoided by crushing them to death with one really good bassline, and letting them fade back into the dreamsphere.

what a way to see things

It’s supposed to be more than blatantly smiling at discouraging circumstances, you’re supposed to actually believe the better times are coming. Which I do.

It’s not supposed to be so tempting to merely curl up into a ball of bitterness and rot, though. Which I want to do.

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