postage stamps

the question remains in which stamp to draw

im narcissistic 

i was thinking of those ink-stamps and drawing on for my envelope and i googled vintage postage stamps and voila! fuckin love em. they are truly amazing. gifted people, talented minds, creativity, fucking love art culture and society. many thanks to God, amen.

Peek into my head, ya'll

've been needing some motivationnnn lately. 

always, actually. :) 

blasting lisztomania alex metric remix

im waking up fucking early from now on
the question is
how do i continue throughout the day at home without succumbing to the temptations of my warm, sunlit, comfortable bed? two hour naps are quite wonderful in the afternoon and i feel functional afterwards, the downside being the insomnia that follows once midnight rolls around.

nineteen going on twenty and still having trouble with finding a daily routine.

heres the other thing. i cant study without keeping a healthy diet, except healthy diet means i'll bloat to...any weight higher than my current weight. and i'm still fat.

so clearly, im much happier being a daisy buchanan than a marie curie despite both their pros and cons. yes, agreed. okay, fine. am i to be a daisy or a marie? the extent of my talents would stall quite soon as daisy, yet.. i can deliver from the outside. as marie, who knows where my limit would exist, it's just i'd be one homely duckling garnering envy for the daisies of the world.

how about jackie?

how about sophie.

omgggggggg feeling fucking useless right now
was fucking useless today
absolute
just
UGH
WASTE
WASTE
no more of this fuckin not doing shit on sabbath day this is bullshit, i feel like i can motherfuckin see the poverty fuckin creepin up on my ass fuck

man i must be pmsing now that i think about it
or do i really fuckin feel useless.

combination of both?
excuse my excessive profanity
im stressin.
its like, i tell myself its okay take your time, don't get burned out trying to do so many things, you have time, but when i do tell myself that, i inevitably feel like shit, and then i fall behind. but then i try to accomplish things so fast, and i do so well, then i... idk. its like my heads too stimulated from too much fuckin music blasting and no productivity and now, sitting on my bed, my fucking public philosophy book is all gibberish. WHAT IS THIS
you know what, the worst feeling in the world, actually, is not doing anything productive all fuckin day, and waking up fucking late. HATE IT
HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE FUCKKK SLDIFLDKFJLSDRUYHOGSDJFLSKDJFUj

till i get there- lupe fiasco

imma keep it cool and imma do me

it is what it is and that's how it's gonna be

till i get there

till i get there

yeah i got flaws, i know i'm not perfect

but all those ups and downs will soon be worth it

when i get there

when i get there

and when i finally make it, imma stunt so hard

evil as knieval, imma jump so far

way up in the atmosphere i ain't comin back

you're already here just be yourself from here u

I don't know whom to trust or turn to anymore. People will let you down, but God will never let you down. I have faith. I have faith. I have faith.

I will not let unnecessary thoughts fill my head.
I'm okay. I'm in God's hands, and I'm just going to work my ass off to reach my goals. Just for Him, my friends, my dad. My anchors in life.. Religion, Dad/Friends, Culture/Career/Future goals.

Do not give what is sacred to dogs, do not throw your pearls to pigs, or else they will trample over it and take over you.

Don't trust anyone but God, and through God yourself.

How come I trust so easily? Damn. Young and naive even after what I've gone through! I guess it's all relative. Life's so relative.