This.

It’s times like these that I’m grateful for having a blog nobody knows about.

Dear friend, just so you know, I’m tired of your fucked up attitude. I want to slap you so hard for all your cocky and you’re-beneath-me moments so you could finally get over yourself and accept that some people are actually better than you. Not everything is a competition, sweetheart. Especially those numbers on paper you keep bitching on about when they’re given back by our professors. Those numbers which continuously drive you so crazy that you curse at me. Because you realize that you are the one who’s beneath me after all. So as I wait for you at the main entrance just so I can open the door to let you in, I hope you know I truly wish for you to change. But for now, know this, all of this. Know this and then understand it. So when people start to know whose blog this is, including your full of pride self, I hope you realize that this.. this is about you. And that this is your wake up call.

Touch.

For years, I have been unintentionally and continuously gasping in astonishment at all the connections which exist in the world. Simple connections which somehow prove to be of great value and importance after watching this. Such as someone we rarely see pass by as we talk about him. Or an almost buried film or track play a minute after it is mentioned. A bunch of numbers written anywhere or produced by anything which may represent a significant date, a location on the map, a particular time, probably measurements or statistics, not necessarily meaningful to everyone else but a single person. Simple connections which probably make no sense to some people which may have saved the lives of many in exchange for a single and a not really great scene or occurrence. I’ve always kept an eye on these. And I’m more than glad to know someone thinks like I do and more, creates a series out of this simple idea of correlation.

Cheers, Tim Kring. And to my new favorite series.
I literally cried, thinking that maybe, just maybe, the red string of fate may ceaselessly stretch or tangle. But ultimately, only two things matter, it exists and it will not ever break.


❝She thought that love was gonna fight. She thought that love was gonna take her home. She thought that love was gonna save her. But love just never showed.❞
Philadelphia, Parachute
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Maroon 5 — Wipe Your Eyes

My Walking Music Mix It’s not specifically because of the lyrics or the melody, or the beat. It’s because they all make me feel something satisfying.

Jan 10, 2012
Ne-Yo — I Come First
The Beatles — Blackbird
Kings of Leon — Birthday
Maroon 5 — She Will Be Loved


Jan 17, 2012
Coldplay — Speed of Sound
The Script — Live Like We’re Dying