smoke and mirrors

sickkk remix

I’m in a weird place right now.  My life has never held me in this brand of chokehold.   It’s interesting.

jacked this next bit from :

In romance movies, the final frame ends with the inevitable kiss, the reunion of two souls that have somehow been forced apart and the ending reinforces the idea that they were meant to be together. They were willed together by fate. That they were made for each other. We shouldn’t believe that that type of love exists, yet this yearning inside us all fools us. We root for them to be together. We watch them grow from strangers to lovers, and when the screen finally fades to black, we exit the theater and face our own reality.

Romance movies lie. We all know that it’s not how the story goes. Play the film in reverse, see the truth for yourself. We all know how it feels to have that happy ending. We all know the feeling of genuine happiness, the warmth, the moments in time where you wish you could keep it still for eternity. Play it in reverse and you’ll see the truth.

We go from lovers to strangers. We go from love to silence.

That’s reality for you.

Until I Crash Into My Fate

escape escape escape

I’m going to Korea next summer.  That is all


goodnight, travel well  ~weebobeebo at

last night there was a blue moon (the 2nd full moon in one month)  and I cannot remember ever having a better one.

One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.
-Gilbert K Chesterton