Jib Kidder is the best thang goin.
oh my god
I want to destroy everything I have made this year. Its all bullshit. I am completely missing the mark. And I don’t even know what the mark is.
I want to cry for an entire day and then kill myself.
Not really. But kind of.
I am melancholy.
The kind of unbearable melancholy that crushes you and you can actually physically feel it. I am carrying 200 pounds of dead weight on my shoulders. I drag my feet, I move slow. My eyelids are heavy, but I can’t sleep.
I want to make art that I can respect. I want to make art that other people can respect. I want people to ask for my opinion. I want the courage to ask others. I want friends who are smarter than everyone else and cooler than everyone else, who challenge me and make me grow. I want someone to fall in love with me, want someone to see me that way. I want anything, really.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
— Albert Camus (via somethingintellectual) (via candleinthewind) (via nostalgicdreams) (via thingsgohazy)
