WORDS BEFORE BED 4.

Physically, I’m tired. My brain won’t shut off for just a few hours of sleep.

It doesn’t even need to be fully shut down, please save the critical thinking and over analyzing for when I’m dreaming.

Besides that, I have to be up early on my day off tomorrow. I don’t wanna. I just want to sleep until 1 and then get ready for class that begins at 2:30.

Perhaps I can if my dad doesn’t bother me in the morning to “help” him get my little brother ready for school. I always end up taking care of him by myself, which includes standing outside with puffy eyes and hair, still dressed in my pajamas, waiting for the school bus to arrive.

We all have to do things that we don’t want to, and the things that we want to do never get the attention they deserve. However, at least I’m writing again. I’m not very good at it but if it means having a clear mind before bed, then hell yes I’m going to ramble.

I’ve been upset lately over something that is personal. I don’t feel the need to write it out anymore but I want to at least make note of it. God has a plan for everyone, and usually it’s nothing personal. I say that because His plan seems to be more universal than necessarily by the individual.

For those that are atheist or agnostic, I’ve been there. However, I don’t relate to not believing in anything at all anymore. I wouldn’t say I’m religious, I’m just more spiritually awakened. But anyways, this is where rambling gets me.. I have no clue why I continue to speak when I have no particular direction whatsoever tonight.

It’s just thoughts, people. Just thoughts.

If you had read this, I apologize.. Tomorrow I will post and work on another writing exercise from my book “642 Things To Write About.” Trust me, writer’s block can’t survive when carrying this awesome tool. I’ve also been reading “Suddenly, A Knock On the Door” by Etgar Keret again, and wow. I am infatuated by these short stories I could only wish to write in such a way.

Okay. Goodnight tumblr.

meladoodle:

why do blind people walk their dogs so much

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WORDS BEFORE BED 3.
I’m sick and I hate it because being sick prevents me from maintaining a healthy appetite alongside a tireless runny nose.
Where does it possibly think it’s going to get to?
Sweet moments in life are such an often occurrence by the time they’ve occurred we can only choose to reflect upon them with heartfelt sighs.
I’ve realized in my old journals, that at some time contain emotional rambles, I try to define the general aspect of past, present, and future. I rarely describe the present.
The past, as my annoyingly teenage self put it, is only a memory that is documented and recognized through two stages: utter happiness, or the effects of emotional sadness — at least that is how it is perceived and to what particular event is being remembered.
The future, on the other-hand, is unrealistic aspirations that could ultimately build confidence or cripple what dream, action, or thought is being held at the present. Being as I wrote these definitions at a sad time, I correlate these moments had, or moments to-be had, as a lose-lose set of images. Regardless, building a future is important, but constantly watching it before anything can happen is useless.
The present is just what you make it. The memories created need to come from somewhere passionate, because like any sweet set of moments that occur, they may not happen twice and the experience in the present is worth more obtaining than just remembering. The present is a time frame you open once. I hope it’s not mostly spent sitting on cluttered commercial four to six hour airplane flight. Two’s enough for me.

WORDS BEFORE BED 3.

I’m sick and I hate it because being sick prevents me from maintaining a healthy appetite alongside a tireless runny nose.

Where does it possibly think it’s going to get to?

Sweet moments in life are such an often occurrence by the time they’ve occurred we can only choose to reflect upon them with heartfelt sighs.

I’ve realized in my old journals, that at some time contain emotional rambles, I try to define the general aspect of past, present, and future. I rarely describe the present.

The past, as my annoyingly teenage self put it, is only a memory that is documented and recognized through two stages: utter happiness, or the effects of emotional sadness — at least that is how it is perceived and to what particular event is being remembered.

The future, on the other-hand, is unrealistic aspirations that could ultimately build confidence or cripple what dream, action, or thought is being held at the present. Being as I wrote these definitions at a sad time, I correlate these moments had, or moments to-be had, as a lose-lose set of images. Regardless, building a future is important, but constantly watching it before anything can happen is useless.

The present is just what you make it. The memories created need to come from somewhere passionate, because like any sweet set of moments that occur, they may not happen twice and the experience in the present is worth more obtaining than just remembering. The present is a time frame you open once. I hope it’s not mostly spent sitting on cluttered commercial four to six hour airplane flight. Two’s enough for me.

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You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead pursue the things you love doing and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off of you.

—Maya Angelou (via realizes)

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Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.

 Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via swagdemort)

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Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.

—Finn Butler (via happyasatree)

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Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

—Haruki Murakami (via runawaytrain)

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I’m pretty tipsy so who knows how this will turn out.
I’ve been reading through old journals of mine that were written in 2012; not too old but not my reflective of my current thoughts either. The journal entries are sad and are a cluster of pathetic emotions. Being a water sign SUCKS. Don’t let anyone fool you we’re more insightful we’re just whiny bitches depressed and/or over analyzing every situation that crosses us.
I’m more than glad I’m no longer a teenager. I have less than five months until I’m 21 and I’m proud of where I am emotionally and inwardly as a growing person/soul.
I want to continue to impress myself and nobody else as I climb the age ladder. I adore my dreams and aspirations from my teenage years and I want to make use of them.
Hopefully I never let go of writing. That’s something I hope I never decide I need to “grow out of.” 
It’s been awhile since I’ve practiced, however, like riding a bike or writing a Shakespearean sonnet, the skill doesn’t quite disappear.

I’m pretty tipsy so who knows how this will turn out.
I’ve been reading through old journals of mine that were written in 2012; not too old but not my reflective of my current thoughts either. The journal entries are sad and are a cluster of pathetic emotions. Being a water sign SUCKS. Don’t let anyone fool you we’re more insightful we’re just whiny bitches depressed and/or over analyzing every situation that crosses us.
I’m more than glad I’m no longer a teenager. I have less than five months until I’m 21 and I’m proud of where I am emotionally and inwardly as a growing person/soul.
I want to continue to impress myself and nobody else as I climb the age ladder. I adore my dreams and aspirations from my teenage years and I want to make use of them.
Hopefully I never let go of writing. That’s something I hope I never decide I need to “grow out of.”
It’s been awhile since I’ve practiced, however, like riding a bike or writing a Shakespearean sonnet, the skill doesn’t quite disappear.

(Source: laceyalyce, via rebekkaxmarie)

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

—Kurt Vonnegut  (via keep-that-pussy-wet)

(Source: psych-facts, via genuineintentions)

I don’t enjoy being reclusive. I try to open myself in hopes of better opportunities. I think I can say I’ve gotten a lot better, I just hope never to become that annoying girl who doesn’t know when to shut the hell up.

I don’t enjoy being reclusive. I try to open myself in hopes of better opportunities. I think I can say I’ve gotten a lot better, I just hope never to become that annoying girl who doesn’t know when to shut the hell up.

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I am a robot, unfortunately.

lubricates:

just imagine what would happen if the internet suddenly stopped working all over the world

Stop it, no. Never.

(via nervous-panda)

poetwithoutadream:

i love this fucking quote so fucking much

:)

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WORDS BEFORE BED 1

I’m trying to start my Words Before Bed rants/rambles once again so why not begin with the number 1 since it’s a new year?

If you know me pretty well you’d know that I’m incredibly interested in lucid dreaming. I love when I can control my dreams and that they appear vivid and realistic to the touch.

Dreams are without a doubt an important part of life. Supposedly you don’t dream for more than two hours within an eight hour slumber, but if you’re lucky and remember it, they can be insightful. Lucid dreaming allows you to dig deeper into oneself and, as strange as this will sound coming from me, allow one to identify their spiritual roots.

At times I also come across deja vu, but it’s irrelevant; pointless things that occur inside my dream come true and I think: Now what? I’ll never know but it’s exciting only to me when I realize I’ve experienced something once already inside my own head. Maybe I can time travel, I don’t know?! I doubt it but I have to make use of this imagination.

Anyhow, yesterday I received an authentic dream-catcher from grandma when she was in Arizona. I hung it above my bed for tonight and I wonder exactly how it’s supposed to work. I realize it catches the bad elements of dreams however it also states it captures the good; Does the catcher swallow my dreams whole?

Not sure how this will affect my lucid dream having self but I’d like to think it’s beneficial.

Anyways, my writing is as bland and tired as me at the moment, very sorry.

Goodnight.

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY