Funny way of ending up alone. This year’s excuse is work. I should be used to it by now. Mostly weary. Eventually there will be something worth spending traditions on. For now I have just me.

Anonymous asked: Two years ago, in one of your firsts posts you wrote, "Here is to hoping i found a small bit of stability." I hope you found that somewhere along the way. Happy Birthday Christopherjp.

I have found I am my only stability. However you were one of a handful to say anything at all, may I know your name?

Anonymous asked: I couldn't sleep last night, so I came here. I know that's a silly thing to hear from a stranger. I often come here because your words seem to offer some kind of comfort, although they are just divulging on little pieces of your mind. I hope everything is well with you.

Then don’t be a stranger.

Love to a child, was to be pleasant and caring. To promote sacrifice, and altruistic giving.

To me it was absent. It was to become an idea, fluid, with motion. I took in song, media, various sources to define this mystery. No real truth, only ideas of how things ought to be.

The idea came to be something to be sought, understood, then grasped. Lifetimes in years, many relationships, people, places all piled together in this mind. Forty cities, so much left behind and found. I am still unsure I have ever loved anyone. Love is said to grant happiness, stability, an answer.

Now I think I would like to redefine mine.

I do not wish love to be nice. I want it to be cruel. I want the weight of love to bear down on every breath. I do not wish to give anything, I wish for her to take it all without question, because I am simply her’s, no other reason than that she earned me, and I her.

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sexmusic:

skinny love // birdy [bon iver cover]

download: amazon mp3 | itunes

It would seem love or lust, plays a large part in my creative mind. I need a muse.

Not being asked to stay, has always been a good enough reason to leave.

Void.

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Has become a place of unoriginality, and a flood of repeated images. Everyone is just impersonating who they want to be. False emulation.