Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Xuebing Du
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cherry valley forever
Three Goblin Art
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Stranger Things
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Claire Keane
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@fakesurreal
sometimes to fall asleep i just imagine my future career as a deep space explorer. my bunker is cold, the food is tasteless and stale. i look forward to the dim lights of my old bedroom, the smell of a homecooked meal, and gravity. i look forward to the feeling of returning to my distant home on earth.
you are always where you need to be, and you always have the tools to continue.
The modern definition and conversation of twenty one pilots is more preconception than substantial content regarding the artists. The first thing you think when you hear their name is how annoying it is to hear all of the stale buzz and prepubescent obsession. They were inevitably caked in mindlessness. You've already heard what everyone is talking about and minds mostly aren't being changed. That's fine. They have a place in the world and a seperate place in my head.
In this year of silence, it's been easier to reclaim the sanctity of those four CD's on my shelf, towards something that feels more like mine. Even though some of my best memories are listening to them with my friends, I learned how to enjoy things on my own because of that music. In that regard it prompted me to mature, and now I only listen to that music sporadically.
My character has been irreversibly influenced by them. I overassociate concepts, draw flaky parallels for internal gratification, and maybe come off wrong to some or fail to make sense. All of that aformentioned fucking mess is alleviated for me because I realize it's the same mess that taught me to put myself first. I won't say "the beginning of purpose is in creating something only you understand" to evoke some highbrow bullshit. It's to convey that you, or whatever you're about doesn't have to make sense if it makes you smile.
i envision a valley of obscurity seperating two prominent times of clarity and sanctity in my life. one that i have left behind and one i am climbing towards. sometimes it's weeks or months aimed at the peak. other times you wake up atop the mountain, with no preconception of a journey or goal in mind. these mornings are simple, still and peaceful. the longer i am here, the better.
empathy is better than love
the first spring morning where i'm met by birds chirping outside and not freezing winds. the smells remind me of summer camp at kid's club where i was happy and occupied all day, every day. i didn't care about music or clothes, or even have social awareness. i had dusty knees and torn shoes from playing on the ground and playing kickball. i had a stack of pokemon cards in both of my pockets. i looked forward to breakfast time, nintendo 64, cowboys and indians, cinnamon toast and cereal. daily field trips to the pool or skating rink. i looked forward to sunburnt skin playing hushed multiplayer in the dark, sitting on the carpet during quiet time in the afternoon. i don't think i knew what dread felt like.
the early morning bus rides to my tennis tournaments junior year were some of my fondest memories. they effortlessly embodied something that is often merely romanticized and sought after. i'm so grateful that i found myself in that environment with the friends i made at the time that i did. peak personal experiences create solid standards to reflect on different times in your life. you often can't control how they fall together, but in moments it seems perfect.
There is only one thing that matters, but nobody knows what it is.
Nothing has ever described you.
i’ve spent this year (2017) away from this place and these thoughts, trying to become more of a person. it feels like forever, but i remember that time has no weight here. i will persevere.
my name is still chris, it's 2017, i love some human ideas like Brand New, Welcome Skateboards, and No Man's Sky. duality, repitition and contrast. i keep waking up in this body thinking there was almost so much more, but this is alright too.
first good breath
where does sentiment belong in a transient world
That which you hold, holds you.
there will be inevitable, immeasurable drought
