make it sing

today i am listening to: warpaint - undertow

"your brown eyes are my blue skies"

hey there, cupcake.

thought i'd shift a blog into the abyss

just because i wanna...

and because infinity doesn't keep track

of all the things you do

(only you do, so lighten up)

life is constantly changing and developing.

this hurtling train/nose-diving plane/speeding car

i've been riding for the past six months

DOESN'T SEEM TO BE SLOWING DOWN.

(occupational and/or health hazard, i presume.)

so

instead of waiting for the calm,

i've decided to regroup, reevaluate

and TRY TO MAKE TIME FOR MYSELF.

i guess

i thought the process of becoming an adult would take

a few years

but maybe life's not about becoming an adult.

perhaps we should all focus less

on WHAT or WHO we're becoming

and instead, just focus on the becoming

(limitless)

and make it beautiful.

fuck it,

MAKE IT SING.

so little of what could happen, does happen.

-dali

sometimes it's important to remember what a tiny speck you are.

sepia-toned loving

i can't seem to shake my mind of something.

i'm completely consumed.

so how do i change my mind about it?

how do i believe in my own [lies]?

power of persuasion?

not so good.

(it's impossible. with a side of unbearable.)

impossibly unbearable, perhaps?

"it was a dream," said john quietly. "Everybody's youth is a dream,

a form of chemical madness."

"how pleasant then to be insane!"

-f. scott fitzgerald. "the diamond as big as the ritz"

i'm off to shimmy, shake, and glow around the edges.

there is something

in every one of you

that waits and listens

for the sound of the genuine in yourself

it is the only true guide you will ever have

and if you cannot hear it,

you will

all your life

spend your days on the ends of strings

that somebody else pulls.

-howard thurman

xoxo. -jess