Taken by Billy Meier on March 8, 1975. One of the first UFO photographs to undergo an optical computer analysis. An independent lab confirmed the photograph had not been altered and was considered genuine.
2:36 am 6,262 notes
July 22 2014
Although I have no idea in specific where I’m going, hopefully that will come with time.
4:38 am 1 note
July 20 2014
Time to find trouble in Louisville, Kentucky! Bourbon, babes, and jamming is in order.
2:47 pm 3 notes
July 18 2014
This shirt is going to change my life.
Corey inspires me in many walks of life; mainly: putting things on shirts n’ stuff
Oh, good grief I am sick of my uterus hurting like this and constantly having to take a shit when I JUST TOOK ONE and uhg periods suck
Lately before hunkering down in my bed lately, I’ll light incense (almost comically called “Full Moon” scent) and either get ready for a night of devouring books, television, impending coursework, you name it. Joining it is my fan’s rhythmic tap tap tap tap from turning so quickly it shakes back and forth on the ceiling.
Tonight I’m listening to Sharon Van Etten’s “Are We There” album for the first time, and it’s beautiful. It’s almost kind of funny how much I’ve been able to taste all the different flavors of the next few years down the road. In trying to figure out the semi-fruitless inquiry of “Where would I be happiest?” I’ve been almost shrugging it by thinking “Well, I’ll try and make where I am my home.” Though almost snobbishly whimsical in this answer, I’m fully aware that there’s always going to be more to it than just the aspect of merely making something ~feel~ like home. Some places are better than others. All places offer different things. Some are better fits than others. My main point, and snap-back answer to myself, remains locked in trying to cultivate something from whoever I’m with and where ever I’m at. If I’m by myself, I’ll try to enjoy and learn. If I’m surrounded by black holes, I’ll try not to get sucked in. Simply put, I’ll enjoy things while they’re good and learn when they’re not. For now, that’s the best I can think to do.
In trying to pursue small changes, I’m going through the “month long” process of trying to do these small tasks I’ve put off far too long. Like writing to people. Or reading for my own pleasure. In actually making time to study and complete my assignments. It’s somewhat slow and grating, but I’m feeling better. It’s merely become a matter of pushing forth in changing from one mundane way to another. “Change takes time. Give it a month, at least.” That’s what I’m breathing in and out to myself, anyway.
It’s interesting imagining the person I once was and where I’m at now, and how folks like my little sister, where she’s at now, and where she’ll be in the future. Will we be happy? Will we find what we seek? What unplanned surprises will hit us in the years to come? How will we continue to change, for a variety of reasons and influences?
Although the Ambien may have me rambling at this point in goofy and futile paragraphs, I’d like to remain sincere, regardless. I can’t help but both marvel at the present and wonder at the past and future. Everything is so odd. Time is weird. Wherever we goddamned end up, I hope we can make it happy, if even just a little.
Sharon Van Etten did good with this album. More books, letters, art, coursework, work and so forth and so on tomorrow. Then off to Kentucky in a week. God, time is weird.
2:41 am 1 note
July 11 2014
Study complete. I’ll post the final piece as I’m working on it tomorrow. 😊💕 #art #nofilter
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July 10 2014