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[twenty0nesix]

FeBRUARY ONE

The last time I logged on was January thirty one... LAST YEAR. For the last few months I have been thinking about this page, and if it in fact holds any purpose, to me that is. 

I spent most of my last year writing, but they were posts on Instagram. Mostly thoughts on life, love and loss. Also dedicating every fourth or eighth post to a specific thought, of my past, of my future or my present, a present of myself or our environment, our culture. This year I want to do some different, something more poetic, not analytical, I want to push myself, better myself, but I still want somewhere where I can just write, can just document, so here I am. 

I am losing my love for social networking, it isnt networking anymore, it is a platform to promote once self, ones selfie, and for me that breaks my heart, it should be more than that, we should be more than that, I WANT TO BE MORE THAN THAT. 

So, I am not sure where this page will go but I hope that maybe once a week I check in and write, write about my life, my love or my loss, but more importantly I hope that it doesn't take me a year to check back in. 

[twenty0nesix]

JANUARY NiNTH

WHAT IS IT ALL ABOUT... 

 I QUESTIONED FOR A WHILE WHAT I WOULD USE THIS TUMBLR FOR, WE HAVE SO MANY SOCIAL OUTLET’S THESE DAYS, DO WE REALLY NEED TO DUPLICATE WHAT WE DOCUMENT. THAT’S WHY I HAVEN’T POSTED SHIT YET. 

BUT I FINALLY GOT A REASON; SO HERE I GO. 

I am creating something for me, for art, for entertainment.

I like my shit polished, I guess that’s why I always take too much time or have never actually finished a product. I have taken some time to figure out me recently and I have a path and a purpose but most of all I have faith and belief...FUCKING FINALLY. 

My art will lace my other outlets but here I will dedicate it to my progression, the thought process and the inspirations along the way. 

I WILL DOCUMENT ME. 

WITHOUT CENSOR, WITHOUT SUPPRESSION, WITHOUT JUDGMENT OR FEAR. 

‘FROM THE GROUND UP’ is the Ethos for Twenty.one.six.

WATCH ME BEGIN.

[delightfultimes]

She maps

She maps, and I've noticed that  many girls like her do so.  They lay out what their lives are going to be like the next few years, or in a decade.  My own mother used to tell me about her map.  How she was going to marry Robert Johnson, and how she fell in love with him and his Levi jeans in eleventh grade AP English.  She told me about her three kids map and her small country house in the town she grew up in.  She told me how none of that was true.  What really happened was something so different.  She married my dad, Matt Hastings, who she met in college.  They couldn't get pregnant, so that was when they adopted me.  I see no point in the maps that these females make.  They stray from the inevitable fact that nothing can be controlled.  That is why she, the one who I am inevitably in love with, is constructing a map that is ridiculous and unnecessary. She wants to move to the big city and become what she is perfect at, writing.  I don't see how she could do something like that.  She, and even I, are never guaranteed tomorrow.  We cannot plan out the next bit of our lives or even the next day.  I see no promise and I don't want her to map her life.  I want her with me every single day.  She can write for me and I'll sing it right back to her.  Our kids will write like her.  They will be perfect like her and they will love fearlessly like her.  They will laugh, they will wander, they will explore and adventure.  And as I thought about this, I realized what I had been avoiding this whole time.  She was not the one mapping, she was dreaming.  I, on the other hand, was mapping.  I was mapping away from the inevitable.  The impossible.