the beatles were awesome, groundbreaking, remarkable, etc etc because they just didn’t care. they didn’t try to fit anything so everyone loved them because of it. well yoko loved john and they fell in love, the kind of love we (i) dream about. and i think it’s because she fell love with his “not caring” and genuineness.
that’s the most pure kind of love.
i know that there are more beautiful things in my life than there are bad. and it’s better to embrace my sadness and crying than to let it build up inside me. that’s what writing things down on here helps me do, deal with issues. i don’t mean to sound horrible all the time. i’m really not some bitter, hollow person.
last text post (for the night) where i talk about myself and my “problems.”
anywho, after i made a post earlier, i got a lot of encouragement from people on tumblr and one of my good friends.
then just now, i went to use the restroom and someone wrote “you’re a beautiful soul” on the dry erase board that is hanging on my door. wowowow. it was probably the friend i had in here but either way, this is great.
it’s actually double great because they didn’t say i “had a beautiful soul.” whoever wrote that on my board “gets it.” because as c.s. lewis said “You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”
If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments, like microscopes, telescopes, and telephones.
The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen..” —Alan Watts (via moreofamore)
i really just want to hang out at my friends house all summer.
and have it filled with smoking, tanning, yoga, and arm tattoos.