Since Danielle has no
good posts to comment/reblog (I think?) I shall make this one, where she may express her thoughts and reblog something at the same time. Perfect? I think so.
But-but-but…how am I supposed to talk about a post that talks about how I have nothing to talk about when I have nothing to talk about?!
So, somehow, my computer is accessing Tumblr
and urrbody else is left in the dark.
Yay for computer lab! I chose the right Gateway, u guise. This is my soul mate. It completes me.
*Jappy is on his PC doing some college ish*
*turns head and sees that Danielle is on tumblr*
0_O….WHUT IS DIS.
*Jappy spends 30 minutes trying to get onto tumblr, trying to find a magical proxy site that works…but fails…and ends up being super jealous of Danielle with her endless laughter and showing off pictures to her friends….*
That’s that period summed up for me….
I am so sorry. I honestly didn’t expect to access it.
I was just showing Zoe that if you Googled “usually crazy” my tumblr was the first thing that came up. I was all excited and stuff.
I told her “And sadly…I cannot access it. Look. *click* …OH MY GOD. IT WORKED.”
Today had all the elements of Best Day Ever, not gonna lie.
Under the Sea - The Little Mermaid
Today is a good day to listen to Disney Soundtracks. I’ll elaborate when I’ve caught up with my Dashboard.
You write some months. You don’t write some months. The muse can’t always be there. Think of writer’s block as the months when you’re actually living the life you’re drawing inspiration from to write the lives on the pages. You have to be extroverted at least 50% of your life to write. Writing is not 100% introversion, contrary to popular belief.
People post things that I can’t respond to because they’re perfect.
Just acknowledging that my Dashboard is just being specktack today and giving an explanation for my lack of commentary.
"What does claustrophobic mean?"
“It means he’s afraid of Santa Claus.”
So, somehow, my computer is accessing Tumblr
and urrbody else is left in the dark.
Yay for computer lab! I chose the right Gateway, u guise. This is my soul mate. It completes me.
Here's the thing about it:
you forget how easy it is sometimes.
You forget how perfect and simple and completely arbitrary it all is.
How people smile when you smile at them.
They laugh when you laugh first.
They call and they listen and they wait by the door because they know — they know at the end of the day that there’s the happy and there’s the bad. There’s the day where your floor is just towels and books and unopened mail and film canisters — there’s the day where you could write an epoch and tell everyone everything because the words are coming and won’t stop coming until you’ve gotten them pinned down right — until they’re holding down the corners of what you’re feeling — until you’ve said it.
And all it really is, at the end of the day, is knowing that they all want the same things.
They all want you to listen, to smile, to do it and do it and do it because it’s the fucking right thing, and who doesn’t want to be a nice person, you dumbass?
There’s so much good in it.
So much right.
And it’s so easy.
