I feel opposing forces pulling me into conformity and control, and pushing me towards individuality and chaos. It’s faint, but familiar and strong enough to distract me with occasional visits. I can’t fix everything, and I can’t worry about what’s not in my control. The question left is how do I define perfection: is it order, chaos, or somewhere in between?
There is beauty in chaos, if I choose to find it. Sometimes I remember to appreciate the elegance of every emotion. I’m alive. Not having all the answers is delightful, and I’ll savor every moment of this emotion until the next.
mutualaddiction:
The Dead Milkmen - Punk Rock Girl
(Source: resilientbastard, via dearlittlebear)
dearlittlebear:
Sometimes I wish I had enough courage to go to the city and find people to play guitar with. I want people to know who I am. I’m tired of hiding everything about myself, I’m worth getting to know, I’ll promise you that. This weekend met my entire floor in my dorm. Everyone wanted me to hang out…
Are you reading my diary?
Re-watching the first ten episodes of Teen Girl Squad only took like fifteen minutes.
and if I had a TV I would smash it.
It Gets Better: MJ
I’m really glad he is my mentor.
