#possibly stupid

[orion437]

guys I might be actually stupid, when Stone calls Robotnik maestro, is that MY-stro (Italian, conductor) or my-ES-tro (Spanish, teacher) because I’ve been reading it in Spanish this whole time

[totallyrhettro]

What is Rhink?

A stupid thing I did with poetry.

A variant on this poem by  E.J. Wallace.

What is rhink? I heard you ask, A pointed question, A daunting task, A challenge for a weary mind, To see what gems that I may find. What is rhink? My mind did say, A caring touch? A gentle way? It’s both of these, but so much more, Numerous attributes, to explore. What is rhink? I searched my soul, A loving glance? A hand to hold? It is these things, but just one part, Of the beauty that lies within the heart. What is rhink? I asked my heart, It seemed the best place, Where I should start. Is it fireworks, comets, or astral displays, Which cause us to feel, so deeply this way? “This is rhink,” my heart replied, “Listen closely to me, And then you will see. Rhink is not loud, it’s a quiet sensation, Not easily confused with infatuation.” “The beauty of rhink,” it continued to tell, “Is eternal endurance, The absence of hell. Unparalleled strength, in spite of adversity, Protecting you with it’s cloak of security.” “The gift of rhink,” it sermonized on, “Provides you with peace, Like a golden-green morn. It lives and breathes, for it is alive, Where all your hopes and dreams reside.” What is rhink? You’ll be glad to know, Is the chance for two hearts, To share and to grow. Trust, compassion, and a listening ear, Will dispel all your doubts, cast out all your fears. What is rhink? It’s simple you see, It’s essential as air, For our souls to breathe. It replenishes your faith, and self- esteem, Allowing you to fulfill, all of your dreams. When is it rhink? Your heart will know, What you should do, And where you should go. It will guide your path, straight and true, Be prepared for rhink, when it comes calling for you.

[fish-n-chippies]

Why is it that when people flirt with me, my dumb ass doesn’t notice until THREE YEARS LATER!?!

[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

I'm over here fighting death itself but still thinking like, "I wish them fanfiction writers would update those amazing fics they wrote with a final chapter of closure for their fics long forgotten."

[talesoftim]

You will always find flaws in what you do.

Some things take lots of time and work and nothing gets done if you don’t start.

Comparing your achievements to others is a black hole.

You can never make everyone happy.

A person in my live stream the other day said to me, “I heard that you sometimes ignore some of your fans.” and this really has affected me. Before they said this I was/am struggling with the first three sentences above. Every video I made had me wondering why they looked like crap. I wanted to do a lot of projects but they’ve fallen apart. They will take more time and work. I was also looking at bigger YouTube channels and wondering why I wasn’t there yet.

So when I heard that some people think I ignore them it hit me pretty hard. This was another failure on a long list of failures. A long list. Those words are still rattling around in my head even now and I won’t be able to sleep until I at least write a bit of introspective crap to calm my mind.

I never realized how much I care about the people watching my videos until I was told that I ignore some of my fans. Maybe I’m just a sap but this devastated me in a way I’m not even sure how to describe. It was like someone just told me that my best friend really doesn’t like me. I know that I should take what a single person says with a grain of salt, but I can’t help it if those words won’t leave my head.

You see, I’ve been thinking about a similar topic for a long time. I tell my fans, “I’ll do this, and I’ll do that.” but then never get to it because I struggle with laziness. I see the amount of work I need to do and my chest tightens, this indescribable weight pushes down on me, and my mind begins to wander. I see myself in my head working until I’m exhausted, going to sleep and waking up to work again. I see myself feeling miserable that my life has become predictable and monotonous. Just posting two videos a week on my Youtube channel is something I struggled with for months before it became habit.

I don’t want to be the guy that says something and never delivers. I don’t want to be the guy that lets people feel ignored. I want to be comfortable, and happy doing what I love to do.

I don’t know the point of this post. Its starting to become me whining about my troubles so I’m going to stop. I just want you guys to know that I love you all. All of my subscribers, followers, friends, family. You all mean a lot to me. I am sorry if you feel like I’m ignoring you. I’m going to try even harder to be better, but I’m just one guy. I run everything myself, plan everything myself, and pretty much can only do what a single guy can do. I can’t be there for everyone.

[joanaintheskywithbooks]

Have I ever told you...

…about that time I wanted to write a book about this politician who convinces all the world leaders that aliens are going to invade our planet and the best option would be to show an united front and have someone lead all the nations. Of course that the person chosen would have to make contact with the aliens so suddendly no one is volunteering anymore so that same politician (affectionally named “character A”) decides to volunteer. Eventually he would start replacing all the other leaders with impersonators which got kidnapped from the streets so he would have complete control over everything…until he kidnaps “character B’s brother” who doesn’t want to conform and “goes crazy” during a press conference trying to expose the truth leading to “character B” trying to find him

[blonde-and-blunt]

i would just like to take this moment and express my current thoughts and emotions in one word

fuck.

[mustlovesnickers]

I talked to him a lot today

And I know that if I were around any, friends would probably have been knocking my computer and phone away from me. But he really needs someone to talk to. He doesn't really have people up there.

And yeah, I did give him more advice. And Dixon, he agrees with you. He sees where all of my friends are coming from and he would probably act the same way. That maybe I am too nice to him.

It sucks. But neither one of us is over it. I'm fine. I really am. I want him to be happy. But part of me still wishes that somehow I end up in those arms again. I was falling for him. I care about him. I saw myself with him. And now I've been in this whole okcupid thing and I hate it. I've met interesting people, but I hate the awkward figuring things out stage. I don't want to meet, mingle, and date. I don't want to figure out who to choose and how to let others down. I wanted him, and I haven't gotten my mind completely away from that yet.

I'm sorry if I'm doing things wrong. I'm sorry if this makes me weak. I want to be the girl who is there for and takes care of her man, and I so dreamed of that being him...