what if you were extremely talented and your only motivation for creating hugely successful / lucrative pieces of popular art was to use all the money to help humans

one day i want an apartment like rick deckard’s, but this is ok for now~

i took this from my backyard~~

if you have sent me an email in the last 2-3 weeks, or whatever, i just wanna say that i’m going to WAKE UP tomorrow and DRINK SOME COFFEE and WALK MY CAT (lol) and then sit down and reply to them

so: luis, alayna, tombo, john, jesse from melbourne . . . git ready, you fools, cuz you’ve got some major garbage coming your way

john carpenter is my hero

i couldn’t find this picture without a watermark but it’s ok because i have to post it no matter what:

thanks for making cool stuff dude

p.s. if you’ve never heard his ‘lost themes’ album you should check it out. it is very cool and good

a while ago now i knew this girl. we met in baltimore and were good friends for many years . . . maybe seven or eight years or something like that. she was great!

during that time we showed absolutely no interest in one another In That Way. we were like a texbook platonic relationship. there was nothing weird or unspoken between us. it ruled!!

well: something changed right there at the end of it, and she told me she liked me, and i told her i liked her too. it exploded and ended terribly! it was real bad.

but! i remember being so confused when she first told me she liked me . . .  i actually considered that maybe something was wrong with her. i guess when i really think about it, i have always felt that way whenever someone tells me they like me. which is to say, in the case of my old friend, it seemed to me that up until that point she had lived a perfectly rational life, and upon admitting that she liked me, she had decided to become completely insane

i guess it’s almost halloween huh

all these “you gotta hustle to see results dude!!” / “work hard, play hard!!” people kinda seem distracted from hustling and working hard because they have to stop and remind the rest of us losers about it so often

same goes for the meditation / crystal / burning man / organized religion crowd

we get it!!!!!!!!!!! leave us alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(it’s almost as if . . . you feel deeply insecure about the thing you’ve bought into it, and require external validation to make you feel like you’re not wasting your time and maybe also full of shit???)

((i’m sixteen years old by the way and this is my journal))

(((lol ok bye guys)))

He had brought with him an ability to see things as funny no matter how bad he felt. Everybody in the circle clapped, and, glancing up, startled, he saw the ring of smiles, everybody’s eyes warm with approval, and the noise of their applause remained with him for quite a period, inside his heart.