This time around...

21. Writing things.
Down to where I need to be. Now the hard part.

Down to where I need to be. Now the hard part.

Some do drugs, others go out for a run, but at the end we’re all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world.

Sometimes you work noon to ten, and it’s an absolute shit day, and then you realize tomorrow is Monday.
Luckily, I can go to my parents at night and vent to Rockford.

Sometimes you work noon to ten, and it’s an absolute shit day, and then you realize tomorrow is Monday.
Luckily, I can go to my parents at night and vent to Rockford.

Don’t be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson (via observando)