There is too greater time between the last one and today.
Have a donut picture.
I can’t quite figure out whether I’d rather loose weight or rather be comfortable with being able to call food one of my passions and accept myself despite the non-standard image of my physique. Because whilst I feel that society can take a very cruel perspective of beauty at times, I also sometimes naturally find myself wanting to be noticeably thin.
Everything seems completely convoluted, including this blog post.
I’ve recently discovered that my vocabulary is below par. I know that it’s because I don’t read enough. So I bought 5 books. In a month, I have read half a book. I have since ended up googling the definition of otherwise simple words in a desperate attempt to further appreciate the English language. It makes me question when I stopped being able to speak.
On two separate occasions, I started looking up new wave films in the middle of the night and ended up reading about Existentialism, Modernism, Post-modernism, Stuckism, Theatre of Cruelty and Absurdism among others until day broke. I want to get into cult film production, but I don’t know how to make a cult film. I don’t actually know how to make any films anymore as it happens.
Naivety, Laziness and lack of common sense are the trio of beautiful things that currently make up my state of mind. Normally reading something would open up a box of questions and thoughts, where I would ponder for a time, then form the basis to my own opinion from that which unearths; but to my horror, I recently read something which I accepted without any confrontation or consideration. If it wasn’t for a conflicting article, I’m almost certain I wouldn’t have noticed my mistake. It begs the question: How many times have I done this without awareness? It is a debate as to whether I’m the primary cause to this new me, or whether it be higher power- I make reference to science, specifically biology and physiology, and not spirituality- but is it possible to become more naive as you grow up? Be careful how you answer: I will believe whatever you say.
There is definitely a distinct possibility that Leonardo Da Vinci was, in fact, a woman.
I saw the Roundhouse Poetry Slam Final 2015 live. Live poetry is one of the better things in life. Live poetry is like words coming alive and walking into your ears.
One thing I just can’t get my head around is why when I thought I’d be ok for life because there’ll always be things to be fascinated by, new concepts to enthuse about, that now it’s so difficult to express, to be creative, to do work and to pick a life path; don’t worry, it’s not a big problem, I mostly just sub in all of my sleep to spend the other half of twenty four hours thinking about it.
Scariness is how our entire generation’s lives are on the internet, and nobody else’s generation knows what to do with that. We’re totally screwed.
This blog post is without point.
“Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.”
– Dion Boucicault
This blog post is without point.
This post closely mimics how my brain works in the hours reserved for the lovesick and the dreamers. I am never sure which I am in that moment. Our generation’s existence on the internet is a question of our goals and the true potential of the internet. If we stopped focussing on fads and scaremongering the internet has huge possibility to connect people and information in a way that has never been experienced. If we move towards this goal then we will change the world’s workings. Currently however i feel that people are treating it as so many islands surrounding a sea of bottled messages and information, that we fish in and try to make our bottles more interesting than others while so few try to make the truly important messages rise to the top. Very interesting post, got me thinking now. I will see where this thought train goes. (hopefully somewhere with snacks)