Express yourself already

… Is HUGE. I’m filled to the brim with ideas to go have A LOT of fucking fun. Exluding sex drugs and alcohol. Its brilliant.

I’m not getting fucked. I’m still in control of my body and my mind. But its goooooood.

Try think of some stuff. You’d be surprised if you actually sat down with a piece of paper and thought of things to go and do. Not just simple things like ‘bake a cake’. I mean spontaneous things like go talk to a really good looking girl/guy on the street. Don’t even ask their number or their name, just have a conversation.

Go pick up a REALLY strange instrument in a music shop. You don’t even have to try and play it properly, just listen to the weird noises. Make a video on something as interesting or bland as you like. Stick it on youtube, tumblr, facebook, whatever. Tell people what you are thinking about right now.Climb on your town centre rooftops. There’s often staircases/ladders up there. But look down at the ants going about their daily lives and it gives you a different perspective on things.

I realized I don’t wanna be an ant.

Go have some fucking fun.

all the things I’m thinking. Regardless of what format they are in. Song, poem, short story, whatever. You will always get the just of what I’m saying. 

For example, right now, I feel like letting something. Letting you (whoever YOU are) know something about me. And the best I can come up with is ‘how I write what I’m thinking’. What a confusion.

I promise I will be more imaginative in the future. 

Let this be a warning…

sincesheleft:

like most night recently, and though part of me accepts this as reality, another bigger part of me knows that this isn’t how it should be.

There is no better time to be alone than when you’re young, and conversely no better time to fall in love. How we balance these two things is the challenge.  

I only contain so much emotion. For you, anyway.