Sometimes I’ll be scrolling through tumblr and wondering why I’m not attracted to any of the posts I see. Then I realize I’m not logged in, and I’m not looking at my subscriptions.
If only love was a more private thing, then I think it would be more manageable for me. The moment other people start sniffing around and forming their uninformed opinions and judgements, it starts to fizzle, if it ever even started in the first place.
I resent Vanilla Ice for co-opting Queen’s song (“Under Pressure”), about social consciousness, for his own self-aggrandizing and braggadocian aims. And that’s probably one of the reasons people realized his act was a joke.
Edit: The song was also written by David Bowie, and the (archaic) adjective form of braggadocio is braggadocian.
It sucks to be broke, but it’s worse to be poor; it’s the difference between down and out.
- Get replicas of The Beatles’ gear and learn to play John, Paul, George and Ringo’s parts in my favorite songs
- See the world’s greatest waterfalls and act like I’ve just seen a double rainbow
- Make a pilgrimage to a bunch of those old and elaborate Catholic cathedrals and feel very small
- Turn on, tune in, drop out
- Visit with some of my friends
- I want a perfect body
#hopes and dreams #travel #fitness #music
It’s saying, ‘Love is just a song.’ If you wanted a song, you could just find one, write one, you could get that. And love is something you can make, too, and you don’t have to get it back from somebody. I can just love the hell out of someone, and it’s just as rewarding as if someone was very much into me. Like, I love Gene Kelly, and I can watch him on DVD whenever I feel like it. It’s a wonderful thing in my life and it’s real love.
So many people wait around for love to be found for them, for somebody to say, ‘I love you.’ But sometimes it’s just as much fun to love somebody that doesn’t even think about you or talk to you: She doesn’t have to love you back, you can just think she’s neat, and that’s fine.
"Blah I’m antsy cos it’s rainin’ and I won’t be able to play basketball. Have improved my skills drastically by reading David Halberstam’s book on Michael Jordan and watching Pete Maravich videos. Doin’ things some people forgot about.
It’s been a recurring theme in my life lately, claiming things that should have been mine in childhood. Watching movies I wasn’t old enough to appreciate, like Private Parts or True Romance.
Back to the Jordan book, he drove himself by making enemies, real or imagined. I’ve been thinking about this too. How in the past I wanted to be everything to everyone and get along with everybody. Now though, I feel it’s okay to have enemies to motivate oneself. People who are just awful and need to learn better and deserve to get figuratively dunked on.
