Death Is the Road to Awe - Clint Mansell
I have to say, it’s pretty epic finishing a history paper in the final minutes before it needs to be submitted while listening to this. Love Mansell, The Fountain, and this song - always.
dizzy
This not sleeping, get migraine, pass out, take medicine, feel rested, not sleeping, get migraine, take medicine, get migraine cycle isn’t really working here.
The world is made for morning people, the rest of us suffer the consequences I suppose.
I just want to be happy and rested and healthy and productive. Every step feels like the arduous task. Maybe some day I’ll get my head above water long enough to actually breath. Until then it’s migraine, medicine, sleep, no sleep, migraine, etc.
Wanderer
So. I’ve been home for awhile now and the longer I’m here the harder it gets to see outside the trees. It aches to reach out and push them aside and the glimpses of light that shimmer through make my eyes burn and tear.
When I came back here the last time I only had a small red suitcase and it’s contents found their way out without much delay. I could have taken the suitcase down to my basement - with the other luggage - but I didn’t. So it’s still sitting in the corner of my room.
It’s bloody hue a reminder, against the earthy browns and greens, that I can still leave.
Top Favorite Movies Forever | One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961)
“Cruella De Vil, Cruella De Vil. If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will!”
