He Sat At The End Of The Table In A High Chair Looking Awfully Sad. His Eyes Were Gleaming, But He Didn't

One day she walked in, and just never walked out. I'd like to say she changed my life, but it's much the same. I work at one of those old everything-stores, with the owner, who's like a hundred years old & made of steel. He owns my apartment too, so I live in it, pay=rent, and live mostly on coffee & de-shelved snacks. Occasionally I get some extra cash flipping things I find lying around & fix. It's amazing how much stuff you can carry out of parties, once you just get accepted as the guy who hauls junk around. She's the girl who makes mixtapes for her outfits. Or maybe it started the other way round, I'm not sure. What I do know is mr. Steel's place has never seen this many extravagant coats. He likes her, 'cause she wears sturdy shoes and an infectious smile. I like her, 'cause even tho nothing's changed, with her I don't feel like it needs to.

Life is too short to be anything but happy It’s my life, so let me waste it the way I like That’s the good kind of madness..

hey.

especially if you've ever struggled with eating/eating healthy/remembering to eat, you shouldn't use meals as a reward.

a treat can be a motivator, food in general can't.

you need to eat, even if you're not being super productive, or putting out your best work. everyone needs to take five every now and then. touch some grass, stretch, have a snack. remember to stay hydrated -not just when it's melting-hot, but all year 'round.

best wishes!

Damn, I've terribly neglected.. how could this happen!?

Seriously, if someone doesn’t walk over and knock me unconscious right now, I should be clearly marked dangerous for the environment, and locked up in my room ‘till next year.

Ya'll say that Tumblr updates are trash, but damn I hate Facebook as a platform

I have no idea how to keep it neat with so many wildly unrelated things going on.. I've decided to try something before it gets out of hand, so some of the tags in the pinned are pretty deserted to start with. I'm gon' do whatever for a year or so, see what sticks. getting a ware-overdo, so hopefully I'll at least be getting back into music & some edits soon :)

A thing about college is, when you write to a professor at 2am on a Sunday they might reply instantly & I don't think I'm good with that

left - vasen right - oikea

I write with my left hand. Kirjoitan vasemmalla kädellä.

Turn left at the corner. Käänny kulmasta vasemmalle.

Do I sit on their right? Istunko hänen oikealla puolellaan?