#sort of old

[ihateitherexx]

Kisses for you

[eyeteethmonster]

Spaghetti and Butchered Chinese(Secret World)

"Can you watch him for a few minutes for me?"

Chadwick glanced between her and the redheaded infant in his high-chair. Barely a year, his crown was dusted with copper wisps. Spaghetti sauce made a Rorschach on his freckled cheeks, his shirt -despite the bib- received the same treatment.

"Excuse me?"

It almost sounded indignant, she thought, giving an amused huff through her nose.

"Twenty minutes tops. I have a client waiting up front." Oh, that got his brow furrowing, lines deepening above either strike of silvery-white. He opened his mouth to argue; she didn't give him the chance.

Her Mandarin was sloppy, what came out wasn’t quite: do me this one favor.  She hadn't gotten a handle on that one yet, and the effect was instant: his laugh was full and chesty, deep and unrestrained. The child nearby echoed the laugh with something higher, giggling, musical. With a hidden smile, she slipped out into the shop front with a dark grey short hair on her heels.

By the time she returned, sauce and noodles had made it to the floor, nearest wall, and a patch of Chadwick's silvery sideburns.

[aceddeca]

So this song is a few years old but I found it only recently and idk I just really like it. Run and Hide by Anna Chalon. 

[truthviamusic]

meditations / not every day feels like sunday

As i lay here with pillows stacked behind my head, the cusp at which i stand wavers before me, trembling, saturated with opportunity.

PERSONALLY, I am dedicated to pursuing a career in the field of writing, manipulating words in such a way that people are drawn to my interpretations, my attempts to communicate the world as it exists, projecting the particular role of human life on the land and its inhabitants.

Presumably my endeavors will inspect the path of artistry that my fellow homo sapiens sapiens have forged as the human brain continues to evolve. Perhaps i shall transcend the thought of the time as Franz Boas, Wassily Wassilyevich Kandinsky, Søren Aabye Kierkegaard, Simone de Beauvoir and contemporary Jean-Paul Sartre, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Carl Linnaeus, or Baruch Spinoza did, among millions of others more so lacking an effective platform for their ideas.

My responsibility shall be to discover this platform, a sort of microphone  from which my output can be delivered. i aspire to foster great consideration in others, in the sense that my words can take on meaning beyond that which was initially allotted to it; a sudden discovery by the reader that writing of the foremost magnitude, transcription of thought both universally personal and intellectually vivid, inspires.

The means to ascending beyond the abilities of my peers lies within..........