Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Say You'll Go

Noemie Lenoir for Lurve

Quite often, I get these random pangs of anxiety.  I'm sure its something all creative types go through. They're like these physical thrusts that come from deep within but hurt in a way thats almost entirely mental.  SO weird. Its like my mind and body are having this simultaneous reaction to my lack of living to my fullest potential/capabilities.  Its that point where my actions, no matter how productive they may seem, aren't enough anymore. 

Perhaps its just as simple as my old/accomplished goals and aspirations being replaced with new ones? But it just seems as if my soul is yearning for a greater existence. And the closer I get to something that feels real, the more my soul yearns for something even more consuming.  Its like a never ending quest for fullfillment that Im not even sure exists. Or maybe Im looking at it the wrong way.  Maybe my subconscious mind just knows exactly 

-what I want out of life
-how capable I am of obtaining it
-how close I am to achieving it

and refuses to let it die in transit?


Monday, September 10, 2012

Tupac Back




This girl.

I can't.

She hit the fucking nail on the fucking head with this rant.

Don't disrespect the legacy.

Ladies and gents, Jasmine Mans