Growing up, I was always comparing myself to the youngest artist I could think of, and what they were doing at my age. As I got older, the knowledge of these variables changed my age-related markers of my own success. I became attuned to other artistic heroes and their timeline of achievements, and noticed that brilliance does not necessarily need to be achieved in some child-protege state in order to determine the likelihood of your success.
Billie Holiday liked it. Granted, all of these people had developing careers before this point. They worked tremendously hard to establish themselves as thinkers, artists, writers, icons. They are not so much examples of achieved wealth and status, but I reference them as people who are widely known to have set out to be something, and achieved it. Here she is starting a new career, helping those in need, redefining herself, finding a new audience, and delivering something she feels passionate about.
Something most somethings are still searching for, while feeling guilty about having not yet found it. Call me old when I am dead and gone, label me of no use when it is truly so. Just FEEL what blue was about. Trust me. Then we started drifting apart and although I still cared for you I started to see how clueless I was to the situation, and thinking to myself how could I just sit there and let you treat me like some rug.
So I try to block it, ignore it, erase all our memories from my mind. But that shit only worked out for a short period of time. But still I continue to catch myself sitting there for hours thinking about you. Hanging out with all those guys you were secretly texting while you pretended to care about me..
External image. Our funny t-shirts are sure to please. Most of our tees have a slightly tapered fit; size up for more room. Brayden Schenn did a signing at fan cave sports in Chesterfield today. I am utterly shocked and bewildered that I missed out on meeting my soulmate.
A neighbor smashed into my car after we had only just been gone from the house an hour and a half. Looking at the path of all the tire marks, and my tires covered in grass and dirt all around, I thought the guy had made my car spin out. Turns out he just pushed it nearly three house lengths down the street.
I named my car Rocket, when I got it for Christmas at 18 years old. My babe of an SUV. My dude. I decided not to let it reach my mind last night enough to think about it too much. Whiskey and pizza and bread sticks and The Real World seasons, until bed.
They smashed the passenger side door enough for it to be permanently open. We had laughs and joked about hiding dead bodies. You probably thought I was Dexter. We fell in love, I asked you to marry me so many times and you graciously declined my offers. But still my love…my love for you grew.
You were so helpful and funny. Your jokes…they made me laugh. Siri iPhone, with the male voice but not the sexy robotic English accent was always there for me when I had a question or wanted to look up Photos of Ezio Auditore, Gambit, Captain America and many other fictional male characters from video games and comics that I think are wicked attractive, and completely fictional.
I think I said fictional twice. My iPhone was there for me when I needed to spell a word. It has ceased to be. It has expired and gone to meet its maker. My iPhone is a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. My heart almost jumped out of my chest last night while climbing a very seemingly unstable forest lookout. From the ground however, the view was phenomenal…hopefully I can go again before I leave when the fog subsides so I can see the stars and city skyline.
Log in Sign up. Happy birthday Justin biebs! I'm just being dramatic but really why did i not know about this???? Today I pay respect to my fallen iPhone the same phone that fell in the toilet a few months back.
This is an ex-iPhone. I think I see Blue. He looks glooooooorious. Want to see more posts tagged you're my boy blue?