sorry I want to write.
I want to writ e beautifully like a sailor of long ago woulg encourage with His wisdom, I want to make sense of beauty and have words for life.I want to be an artys fartsy. But i’m not. I will kepp trying.
THERE IT IS! I will use this tumblr for my scraps of crap, ( sorry little page, if my expeditions hurt your feelings) and then make a new one to put any of the good things on.
by the way, I decided halfway through typing that decision that I was too lazy and short of time to do that, even though I would love to mold my writing skillz to better fit the elegance and charm of many o my more talented friends.
I just can’t decide what voice I have, it changes so much, depending on my audience. it just occurred to me that because I have no audience, I should no longer have that problem.
well this is really strange.
so i’ll pretend I am only writing for myself mabye, but that is so very strange, because writing is a form of OMMUNICATION, everything is to get a point out to someone.
Mt communication is one-way, and there is generally no point. so wierd i love it.
i’ll try to go with it.
I also don’t have to put up appearances for anyone about who I am wich is also wierd.you know, whenever you do something publicly, you are always thinking somewhere in your head, “what if (some aquaintence’s name here) reads this? what will they think? I should probably re-word it just so they don’t get the wrong idea.” or something like that, you know.
this should be really liberating
is that good?
I know It must be interesting, for me anyways. i’m still here typing. i might not care next time i’m here on tumblr though. that’s depressing to thing about.
ART!!!!!!
splatter.
bshooooooooooooooooooooophhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
pkow.
did you know biche in french means doe? It’s an endearing thing you might say on a valentine.
I am sorry that was inapropriate.
speaking of inapropriate, I ADORE STEVE CARELL. so much. I don’t know what i would think of him if there wasn’t a
*breathe*
Dan In Real Life
…
jhdntnpiihnwcpiuwopkw0pirojdoajwqoeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ilovethatmoviesomuchohmygoodnesgraciouslollypops.
I ADOR HIM IN THERE. his other stuff makes me nervous though. forty year old virgin? pervy-wervy. I mean , I truly extra super very love adorkableness. I plan to marry a nerdy dork of sorts. but the shy, introverted-to-anyone-but-you loveable kind, not the… ‘pron’ kind.
I really wish I didn’t have to type that fake word.
there’s my awkwardness for you crap i’m still trying to talk to a real person.
I must be afraid to lose my humanity, talking to myself and posting private thoughts in the most public place ever, the internet. it’s just new to me.
I’m like an old person. get with it woman!
I was a kid. I missed out on the hip things, but had so many great times. the golden days of innocense cliche phrase.
cliche is a cliche word. used. the used id a band my best friend likes I miss you so much. i lost her. your inly in college and know you are coming back in the summer and every brake but the initial departure, remember that party at church with the cakes? that was when I felt it. my heart tore some. used words but it happened, then some brother tried to bring me back in there whiel I failed to dry my tears. I gave you a hug and snuck out before I completely lost it. I sat in my mom’s car ind cried.
you came back, after life went on. we weren’t the same. I stilll love you, i know i was lack ing excitement you must have expected. i’m sorry I lost it. mabye summer. summers are supposed to be magical , so many plans.
i must stop this must be long goodnight I know i’m going to post again so brb.
