when i pass on, there will be silence in my stead

Patience was a virtue i craved for long after i wished to be invisible. Unfortunately, wishes come true, in a form of their own working. Thus i am not transparent, but succesfully ignored by people close to me,which is almost the same thing seeing as they not only ignore me, but choose to ignore what i say, evin when they acknowledge that what i say is valid. It may not be annoying if it weren't funny, but it is. Every single effin' time. On the plus side i have a well exercised sense of humour. On the down side, i wonder how can patience be messed up.That will be the day..

enough is just a matter of perspective

One needs validation in order to acheive some sort of decent self esteem.One does not need someone's validation in order to be valid. So how come we crave for the applause of ignorants? Ignorants also need validation. Unfortunately, they almost always need more than they should get. I say we make them walk the plank, and point the pointy end of our wit towards their dull end, therefore ending their petty noise.

silence and peace is what you get

When i feel the need to be wise, i find that the universe mocks me with great passion... or small passion seeing as it is the Universe, infinite and eternal. When i feel the need to be wise, i give "precious"advice. Hence, te message in te photo.

so tired matty, so, so, tired

There is nothing more disarming than the feeling you tried and did not succeed. Also there is nothing more disconcerting than the signs of heat rash on your chest, or where ever else they might manifest.
On that note, shower time.

get your head in the game! nap time

I find myself, from time to time, wondering wether i'll ever be able to organize my time and do what needs to be done in time. But then my mind wonders towards happyer bunnys and rainbowy kittens. Procrastination is way more convenient. Considering all that, i conclude that i might never be able to be a grown up. On the plus side, i do well under pressure.

we're just shaddows of our former selves. we dream of what we used to be, of what we dreamt we would become when we would stop dreaming. but some of us never did become anything but shadows. and others became memories and regrets. we mourn our lack of spunk, and we ignore our apathy. we embrace silence and quiet ourselves instead of.. just. bursting. screaming. laughing. and waking the fuck. up!

I am a sea cucumber. A small, sea sponge that seems to have a shape of it's own in the permafluid defining it's life.
Take it out, and witness the flasc, spineless shape. There is nothing original that it emits. Just filtered water. I should sleep now, but i'm trying to filter out the sea water from my lungs. I should be watching artsy-disney-painty stuff; at least that would help a little. And maybe wash my face.