still kisses with saliva
Things as I have planned them, are going well... as planned.
It's true that when you have an active mind, and stay active, it leaves little time for anything else.
I've been sticking to this strict regiment that I feel is furthering myself in every single way possible.
Last night I had a near break-down, and felt the heat of the melting. I lied in bed, sat in bed and read in bed, and it eventually passed. I slept from 4:30 a.m. - 7:24 a.m. and survived today on endless rounds of coffee, however I have been thoroughly reading/studying for the past five hours and haven't felt the bit of restlessness (but I really can't wait to sleep tonight).
Today I stumbled across an Yashica 635 that I can't wait to get shooting with. I can't wait to get some film for it.
I'm going to sink myself into a great body of water until I figure out my settings and needing for the next while, because I'm stuck on unknown.
Sigur Rós - ( )
Mogwai - Mr Beast
... I'm sure you can tell what sort of mood I am in.
"Trousers with a crease were considered plebian; the crease proved that the garment had lain upon a shelf and hence was ready-made. With evening dress, a gentleman wore a tan overcoat, so short that his black coattails hung visible five inches below the overcoat. But after a season or two, he lengthened his overcoat till it touched his heels. And he passed out of his tight trousers into trousers like great bags. In those days, they had time for everything. Time for sleigh rides, and balls, and assemblies, and cotillions, and open house on New Year's, and all-day picnics in the woods, and even that prettiest of all vanished customs: the serenade. Of a summer night, young men would bring an orchestra under a pretty girl's window, and flute, harp, fiddle, cello, cornet, bass viol, would presently release their melodies to the dulcet stars. Against so home-spun a background, the magnificence of the Ambersons was as conspicuous as a brass band at a funeral."
I wish I could make it out to some deserted place and be left in a field to just sit and wonder. some times everyone needs a break from the machines and the gadgets and the technology and the stress. far away.
I want to see the Northern Lights one more time before I age too much.
It's true that when you have an active mind, and stay active, it leaves little time for anything else.
I've been sticking to this strict regiment that I feel is furthering myself in every single way possible.
Last night I had a near break-down, and felt the heat of the melting. I lied in bed, sat in bed and read in bed, and it eventually passed. I slept from 4:30 a.m. - 7:24 a.m. and survived today on endless rounds of coffee, however I have been thoroughly reading/studying for the past five hours and haven't felt the bit of restlessness (but I really can't wait to sleep tonight).
Today I stumbled across an Yashica 635 that I can't wait to get shooting with. I can't wait to get some film for it.
I'm going to sink myself into a great body of water until I figure out my settings and needing for the next while, because I'm stuck on unknown.
Sigur Rós - ( )
Mogwai - Mr Beast
... I'm sure you can tell what sort of mood I am in.
"Trousers with a crease were considered plebian; the crease proved that the garment had lain upon a shelf and hence was ready-made. With evening dress, a gentleman wore a tan overcoat, so short that his black coattails hung visible five inches below the overcoat. But after a season or two, he lengthened his overcoat till it touched his heels. And he passed out of his tight trousers into trousers like great bags. In those days, they had time for everything. Time for sleigh rides, and balls, and assemblies, and cotillions, and open house on New Year's, and all-day picnics in the woods, and even that prettiest of all vanished customs: the serenade. Of a summer night, young men would bring an orchestra under a pretty girl's window, and flute, harp, fiddle, cello, cornet, bass viol, would presently release their melodies to the dulcet stars. Against so home-spun a background, the magnificence of the Ambersons was as conspicuous as a brass band at a funeral."
I wish I could make it out to some deserted place and be left in a field to just sit and wonder. some times everyone needs a break from the machines and the gadgets and the technology and the stress. far away.
I want to see the Northern Lights one more time before I age too much.
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