Silversun Pickups - The Royal We
We can laugh about it now,
and we hope everything works out.
Be careful how you lick your wounds.
Believe that change is coming soon.
nuff’ said. haha
(Source: brotips, via happyfeetinthemorning)
what’s so civil about war?
peace and blood?
(via dannygonewild)
i used to smoke on the regular, daily, hourly. one thing that was much different about my experiences with this over a lot of others is that when i would smoke, it wasn’t for a high but rather an experience; several ideas and thoughts were running though my mind like a playground, teaching me.
- smoking was a way for me to be exposed to what my consciousness had known prior to my body even being here. we are all aged souls, and there is so much that you will be exposed to in this lifetime, and i believe that you conscious will bring forth many interpretations of life and purpose when you indulge in this.
- smoking is an easy way to begin a community atmosphere. everyone who smokes loves it, and i’ve established a lot of different connections with people who i would’ve normally not even associated myself with. smoking brings people together in a sense, and when you think about it, what’s the first thing you do when you’re done toking on a joint? your first instinct is to pass it to someone else. something as small as a sense of “sharing” can bring about a whirlwind of positive changes. the world that we live has built up walls, and especially where i am from, there is no sense of community whatsoever; drugs bring the sense into the reality.
- i can’t sit here and give you all the positives i’ve found with smoking and not throw in a negative. it’s almost impossible for me to get off when i’ve smoked. yup.
(Source: pillowtomydots, via kellybrooke)
hometown heroes.
i spend too much time trying to figure out my answers on the unknowns.
i gave up,
and instead of searching for the answers to these unanswerable mental games,
i find happiness in the simplest of things.
(via lonewolfe)
via gaw
where we used to find definition and boldness, crimson and ivory to Old Glory, we find nothing more than a faded bullshit.
(Source: ryandonato)
See.simple.symmetry, Seamor?
(Source: dimensies)
she’s got no reason to be, i just wanna see
her art in light, i just fly
with her.
damn.
(via michaeldann)
chapter three: a new stage of life.
it’s been too long.
i’ve got a job at really cool foods.
(it’s a food factory that makes television dinners.)
i liked a girl from michigan, and it was a bust.
i smoke weed on the daily.
my van caught on fire and is now buried.
i am now talking to a catholic cutie. we’ll see how it goes, but as of right now, things are looking to become interesting.
time for a nap.
stay classy san diego. <3
chapter two: an ungodly man
so, i haven’t written in a while, and i figured that it was time to catch up.
last weekend, i did somethings that need to be noted so that they are not forgotten. my friend and i went to a church event, which included dodgeball, food, and the wonderful praises to god from the worship band.
the thing that makes this story, is the fact that i was highly intoxicated when i went. now, there is a difference between just acting stupid when you’re drunk and actin like i did when i was drunk.
we played a good ol’ game of dodgeball, which is quite difficult when you are drunk. oh, and heather bumbalough…you’re a slut.
sorry about that, but anyways, everytime i would go outside for a smoke break, i would grab that bottle and drink more and more and more. now i realize that all the posts that i’ve posted have been while i am drunk, and you know what…i am strangely okay with that. things got deeper as the worship band started playing, and i could feel this god that they were singing about working wonders in my friend.
this is when things got weird.
a group of thirty year old men came and grabbed up my friend, restrained him, and began speaking in tongues. they “released the demons of alcoholism” (yes, they knew that we were intoxicated by this point) and BAM! My friend was then having an out of body experience. He believed, truely that he was his brother; a drug addict who is no clean, but in jail.
the preacher pulls us into his office. (note: there is alot more shit that took place, but i cannot remember) i remember sitting down in the office, and talking to this preacher like i hadn’t talked to a “holy representative” before. while i am in mid-sentence with the pastor, he stands up, walks to the door, turns out the light, and tells us that we need to leave his office now. please, explain to me what kind of holy man would stand up on the kind of kids that need him the most. so what happens next?
i stood up, looked this pastor in the eye, and said, “fuck you” in the most demeaning tone that i could possibly produce. that’s all i remember.
not a very fun story if it ends there, now is it? let me fill you in on what my friend filled me in on.
“you are nothing. you think that you’ve made something of yourself with all these guitars hanging on your wall? you think that you’re doing a great fucking deed by being a pastor? you’re fucking worthless. you are nothing. you try to put yourself above me? mother fucker i know that you do not have that kind of damn nerve. i want you to know that you are going to fucking burn.”
christians have a way of kindly escorting you out of their doors and asking you not to come back.
chapter one: new years resolutions mean nothing
i woke up this morning with a hangover.
yes, i know, this is nothing to brag about, but some things are completely unavoidable, especially on occasions such as the one last night. i feel like there is nothing in my life that is going badly in any way, shape, or form at this moment, so i guess that nothing is holding me back from telling you everything.
i was sitting at (insert name here)’s house last night for new years, getting ready for the ball to drop, and i was wondering what the point of everyone making these fucking ridiculous resolutions. i don’t know if it is for a self gratification, or if people actually plan on sticking to these problem solvers, livestyle changes, or self promises. why not make them when you realize that there is a problem, and just fix it right then and there, instead of putting it off. who knows.
so there was no resolution making for myself this year. because i just couldn’t convince myself to do so.
today will consist of me sitting around the house for about an hour, going to the mall and walking around, debating on going to the outlet show.
(p.s. if you ever get into booking shows, don’t get four shitty bands then expect everyone to pay you seven dollars to get in)
my best friend comes home tomorrow.
yep.
you all have a good day.
just remember that life is not measured in minutes but in moments.
with love,
sam
foreward
let me start out by saying that my computer just deleted everything that i had written down. so unfortunately for yourself, you now get a shortened version of what i had written down before.
i made this blog in an attempt to share my story and my experiences. you will learn a little bit more about me on the daily, and i truely think that in order to really know who i am, you should read this.
i am done with high school tomorrow, and then i begin the rest of my life. what the next several months may bring, i have no idea.
i have experienced eighteen years on this surface. i am a confused person, and this is going to be my own sort of theropy, a release from the daily disasters, and just a place where i can be completely open. and i will be completely open.
so i hope you stick around over the next several months, because i promise that we will share some laughs, some tears, and some heartwarmers.
with love,
sam
