May 2013
5 posts
domofthrones:
dom: i don’t think i really like kyle drogo.
me: KYLE DROGO? it’s khal! it means king in dothraki.
dom: kaite, they said kyle. his name is kyle drogo.
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April 2013
16 posts
2 tags
I got a little slice of heaven Saturday.
I enjoy a lot of interests, hobbies, loves. I’d say, other than family and my significant other nothing burns in my heart like paintball. ~Disclaimer: Much hyperbole will follow, and it’s all contextual so bear with me and do not get offended if this affects you (Kaite)~ I love paintball more than anything. The End.
…ok, ok, It’s not quite the end. Its difficult to...
Rough week.
I’d like to take a second to address the fact that depression is a bitch. I’m ruining my own life and when I get to a bad place I can’t drag myself out of it. It’s disheartening, any minor thing that you could normally just brush off of your shoulders feels like it weighs a ton. I spent more time in bed last week than any human should, just laying around and feeling...
It’s snowing again/still. Looks like I need...
Holy Lights!!
mattbarnesphoto:
Matt’s second encounter with the lassie known as Lights was, ironic as it sounds, decidedly darker than the first time around. Older (slightly), wiser (surely) and blonder (conspicuously), the artist formerly known as Valerie Anne Poxleitner’s vivid vibe contrasted an otherwise aphotic affair, while her natural effervescence was highlighted through the help of stylist Sonia...
Being Sick
I remember being in elementary school and being sick. I didn’t make the choice to stay home, it wasn’t my call. I just laid in bed, or coughed excessively or threw up and my mom would decide that my day today would consist of naps and movies and comfort food and blankets and possibly a doctor visit. A doctor visit now, at 23, means insurance and paperwork, which are two things I...
Listen
Silly games played in serious ways
By half-aduts, fighting change
Growing up is glorious
If glorious meant torturous
I’ll take my time, like tortoises
To get to where that old hare is
I’ve never been that deep
We tunneled inside our coal mine lives
Shined light on the dirt and the diamonds
We traced steps
Turned to chalk outlines
Repeated it all again from step number two
I'm a Liar; I'm Sorry
I’m just a collection of skin and bones, lost in a nightmare and a broken world.
I write words on pages about the gears inside the man I see in that dirty mirror of my tiny, disgusting bathroom.
Sometimes I wonder if Fight Club was really a biography and if Chuck Palahniuk was a time traveller. I’m tearing myself apart daily and it’s criminal.
What if for one minute He’s given a chance ...
Oh Hey, Allow Me To Introduce Myself
I’m Ryan
I think about life almost constantly
I write about it less than I should
I’m determined to change both aspects of that, hoping to find a happy medium, that perfect blend of introspection and ontological wisdom that you, the reader might find amusing. My attempt is to keep the reblogs to a minimum, only clicking if they’re really truly beautiful or inspiring. I hope...