Reading your blog got me out of bed just now. It even got me a roll of baking paper and a black texta and writing an outline for the next 7 years. An outline that ended with, “Do you really want to get to the end of your life and think, well that turned out exactly how I thought it would?” Just in case I get too caged again.
I pulled up the blinds and threw open the window. The tiny crystal my brother gave me is flicking tiny rainbows onto my walls.
Don’t worry. Your life won’t turn out how you think it will, but it’s nice to have a few goals on a roll of parchment.
If your tiny crystal is flicking rainbows, that means you’re somewhere on the other side of the world. Give the daylight my regards.
Your inspiration is my insomnia.
This is very good advice that I plan on following. Almost a new year, but great motivation to get started.
"I drink much less than most people think and I think much more than most people would believe."
— Hunter S. Thompson
There’s a trick to waking up in Los Angeles before the sun rises.
Take a moment to look out over the city. Center yourself on the downtown skyline shimmering in the distance, and focus on the low hum that radiates upward from the palm trees. The resonant frequency of the urban sprawl is the closest thing to silence you’ll hear for the rest of the day, and for some reason, it’s peaceful.
Los Angeles is benevolent at this hour. You feel totally alone and hyperaware of your insignificance, but it’s soothing, and in that moment before the horizon fades from black ink to blue, it’s just you and the city.
At almost any other time of day, Los Angeles stares back at you with total fucking indifference, but if you take a deep breath during one of these quiet pre-dawn moments, you can make eye contact with something out there, and it will make you feel like you belong.
Reminded me of what I saw.
Plus like, all of my other idols.
This is what happens when you get a corset fitted two weeks ago, then decide to binge on junk food…ugh.