This is my personal online scrapbook of rants, jumbled thoughts, song lyric snippets and the occasional piece of artwork - just like any other blog out there, however much I hate to admit it.
I am artistic, outspoken, wild, rebellious, stubborn and uncontrollable - and proud of it.
I am the Firewalker.
Reblogged from little-metal-things
First World Metal Problems. Happens to everyone, right? Right.
I forgot… what it was like…
Carving canyons and gorges in the paper. Rivers of ink flowing through organic fibers. Pen swishing, flying through the air. My hand surgically precise in its formation of each individual letter. It is an art form. It is a picture. It is a silent song, one sung quietly by your mind.
Writing. Physically writing. The words free, made tangible at last by your pen. Freed from your mind. Freed from your heart. Freed from your soul. Visions. Memories. Ideas.
My ink is my blood. I am the medium through which these visions are incarnated.
I forgot just how beautiful it was…
I’m bored so I’m just going to do a bunch of quizzes. I just read a heart-wrenching book about the Soviet occupation of Lithuania, studied German history, wrote half of an English story and analyzed a text, and started re-reading The Inferno by Dante Aligheri that I never finished because of the archaic English being too difficult for me.
So my mind needs a bit of a break from all the thinking it was doing today.
On the plus side, I was actually productive today! :D
Take THAT, procrastination!
Reblogged from skyrimconfessions
I used to care about studying… but then I took an arrow in the knee. (yes, I just had to make that joke. :P)I barely studied for finals in December because I found myself too obsessed with playing Skyrim. Finals are coming up again this week and I still find myself playing hours of Skyrim in May.
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