side note: I need to come back here more often.
Anonymous asked: I'm sorry, man. I don't know what happened. I wish I could fix it but I feel like things would never be the same.
couple of things that strike me here:
1. What exactly are we talking about here?? No disrespect, I’m not sure how long this message has been sitting here cuz I have not checked tumble in a while. BUT. yeah, I’m not sure what you’re sorry about anon. But rest assured i’m gonng assume it’s gonna be okay.
2. When the flying fuck did the anon icon become some circle thing with glasses??
I don’t know how it happened but I somehow managed to gain a few followers. But I finally get to bust out a particular GIF i have not seen in a while. Ladies and Gentes, my “HOLYSHITFOLLOWERS” GIF:
Hello you three beautiful creatures! thank you for following me.
As you were.
I sure am awful at this tumblr thing.
I haven’t been up on my poetry game lately is the reason.
But I do have exciting music stuff going on that I will share with you at some point.
as you were.
Anonymous asked: Hey I think your a cutie pie. Super amazing sweet heart & I think your something special ❤ - your secret admirer
Well shucks. That’s very sweet of you. :) I’m not usually prone to having secret admirers. Or admirers in general for that matter.
I’m sure you’re a 100 kinds of awesome as well, whoever you are. But anyway, thanks for making me smile and whatnot. As you were.
Maybe it’s because a really good song is playing.
Maybe it’s because the alternative is studying.
Maybe it’s because I’m naked.
But right now.
As the chorus rises with me,
I look into the figurative horizon.
And for once I don’t see my impending failures.
I don’t see the fuck ups.
I don’t see the pain.
I don’t see clouds or rain.
The distance does not discourage me!
The sunrise shines in my eyes and now I can see.
The journey set before me inspires more than ever.
Because this night I feel like I can do anything.
Well, maybe not everything.
My attempts to freeze time have yet to garner results.
Yet regardless of my not superpowers I carry on.
With a new sense of self I look to the coming dawn.
And I finally realize: I’m awesome.
Because occasional awesomeness is all I need to start something.
It’s all I need to do something.
And while I’ll admit I’m just making it up as I go,
That reassurance is all I need to know.
So there was a boy.
There was nothing particularly remarkable about him.
But people would tell him that he would go and do great things.
He would be important. People would be proud that they knew him.
And he tried his best to understand.
Because inside he felt average.
Perhaps he could not see this greatness.
So the boy did the best he could.
In class the teachers weren’t as nice as they could be.
The kids not as friendly as they could be.
Each day he felt a little smaller.
Each day the disapproving looks from the teachers felt more normal.
But he would come home and his mother would say how proud she is.
At night he would lie awake and think of somewhere else.
A world in which he was someone better.
Maybe he could sing.
Maybe he could hit home run.
But no matter the fantasy, every time everyone would see.
And the teachers would smile. The kids would ask him to play.
And his mother would say how proud she was.
And in this fantasy he would believe her.
He would believe in himself.
Because as he would lie in bed it confused him. How he was suppose to better.