How to YOLO

How to YOLO

Step 1: think of something. Anything. Particularly bad things.

Step 2: do it.




How to live
Step 1: don't YOLO

For Mr. Nelson

"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky"



Taken by yours truly.

Music

Noise does not require success to be perfect.
It's love.

Nostlagia

Nostalgia is a beautiful yet curious thing. It is the only thing that connects me with the happy memories of my past, but for some reason he always brings along his buddies sadness and longing.

Sometimes I like to feel sad.That sense of longing gives me something to feel deeply about. It gives me something to hope for.

 I love the smell of Christmas trees and roasting chestnuts, but I think I enjoy the memory or idea of them more than the actual thing. I enjoy the sense of comfort and happiness that they bring.

 For some reason, I can never find nostalgia when I want it. It can't be created. It simply presents itself to you whenever it so pleases, so make sure you cherish those moments. Breath them into your bloodstream and never exhale. Don't take a picture, make a memory. It'll last longer.


                                                

Care?

Who cares? Do you care? Most of us are pretty good at pretending to care. Does it actually matter to

you? Do you actually care about that sad puppy on facebook? I guess the fact that you hit 'like' means

 that you do right...? Good job. You made a difference. I check my blog more than facebook these

days. I care about that. I'd rather hear a comment about something important I wrote than about how

your Sadie's date was. Do we care about politics or do we just care that people think that we care. If

you cared then maybe you would run for office because nothing else is working. Leave the politics to

the debate kids because that's enough pretend carers. Care care care care care care. I've now said that

word a lot and it has no meaning. But who cares anyway. If highschool cliques end after highschool,

then who cares how I act. But do they go away in the real world? I don't think so, but I hope so. I care

about you.
                                             

                                                  




                                                 



                                                 

                                                         

                                                        





                                      



                                                         




                                                





                                                   


                                                    
                                                            


                                                 

My yellow Lego house

I built on these bricks

A yellow Lego house.

We lived on these bricks

You were quiet as a mouse.

We had guests on these bricks

One without a spouse.

We ate on these bricks

But never brussell sprouts.

You died on these bricks

You left me petrified.

I cried on these bricks

Till there was nothing left inside.

I tried on these bricks

To bring you back to life.

I was tied to those bricks

Like Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.





In the bricks is where you and I reside.

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I've decided to give up on attempting to express my thoughts and ideas through writing. It's too hard to be as indie as everyone wants you to be.

Seriously though... You deep indie writers have the most peculiar writing styles. To be honest, I don't understand what you're saying half of the time, and I even doubt that you know what you're saying. Do you know? Sounds like gibberish to me.

Since when did you have to be utterly insane and twisted to be a good writer? Who was the first man to look at an incredibly abstract piece of literature and say "Holy crap this is good"? Because it seems that as soon as he said that, everyone else was just like "uuuuurrrr.. Okay :P this is gooooood sturrrf".
It's not good stuff. Why cant beautiful literature be completely understandable? Why do I have to become an alcoholic to understand what beauty is?

NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY TALENT!! YOU'RE HARDLY SPEAKING ENGLISH!! Sorry.... I didn't mean to blow up like that. You guys are very talented. I guess I'm just mad that I can't understand what you're saying. Teach me??

Writing is beautiful.