“I have this feeling I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back again. That sort of feeling.”—Wind-Up Bird Chronicle,Haruki Murakami (via rayesinbread)
Sometimes I wonder what people would think of me based off all my google searches. Also I forgot Frankie and I signed up for volunteer Coachella stuff…so I received a weird email from some girl named Nikki, and we had a Skype interview. It went well, but I really don’t care if I go because I would only really want to see Destroyer.
“Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fenced, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back. Might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free? Would not such a man be our monster, and are we not related to him in our hidden water? It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.”—John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via not-an-exit)
I just ran five miles in Big Sur for the annual Mud Run! It was intense. You had to crawl through muddy water, run in the sand, up enormous hills. Periodically you would also have to stop and do push ups and other things. I had only slept three hours too :/ But I am so proud of myself and I would like to sign up for a 10k. The funny part was that for months I’ve been thinking it was a 5k not five MILES.
Work is picking up, which is cool. 21 hours next week and 32 after that. Laundry is a must. Food is a must. Making a budget is a must. Finishing my book binding and pics and fonts is a must. Running tomorrow+being happy with my fam is something I am looking forward to. I learned how to say I love you in Vietnamese from my co worker today, here you go:Em Yeu Anh. That’s a girl saying it to a guy, and vice versa you flip flop the first and last words. I’m not sure why. There’s so much I want to say! I think it’s important to know when to say things though, but I’m not always the best at that. The reality is that the thoughts in my head probably wouldn’t even be able to keep up with my mouth. So I figure it’s better to give things time. To develop some patience. To focus on everything I need to do. To make myself happy because no one else can if you can’t. To Breathe. To be childish and have fun. This wasn’t suppose to be this long!
Also I love Eleanor Roosevelt. Eleanor or Eleanora are such beautiful names.
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say "There’s a lot to be done while your head is still young" If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
oh to be thirteen again! The year I got into music.