June 2012
1 post
There’s so much to say.. So this is just a reminder to myself to empty my mind within the next few days of some of the thoughts and adventures I’ve had and will go on quite soon :)
May 2012
31 posts
Watchfrankocean:
just at home fuckin around, no judging.
After numerous let downs, empty promises, dates never taken and being told countless times that I “should just move on”, I have. I’ve been trying to sift through my thoughts and the adventures I’ve been on in the past few weeks since returning home from the Philippines. But it’s hard, shit keeps happening. I’ve been acting on instinct lately and not feeling...
Everybody has an addiction. Mine happens to be you. And those who say they don’t, souls will later on say to them ‘that ain’t true’.
“Sometimes you stay in the pocket of the beat and just let the rhymes land on the square so that the beat and flow become one. But sometimes the flow chops up the beat, breaks the beat into smaller units, forces in multiple syllables and repeated sounds and internal rhymes, or hangs a drunken leg over the last bap and keeps going, sneaks out of that bitch.
The flow isn’t like time,...
Today’s chest pains, difficulty breathing, incessantly shaking hands and almost blacking out about 3 times can be attributed to an all day anxiety attack.. While at work. Clearly my body is telling me I’m looking forward to tonight. Yeah.. right.. -_-‘
So this is what confusion feels like. Damn.
April 2012
21 posts
Broke my glasses. Second pair, owned since 2007.. I have another with stronger lenses but I’ve always loved this pair. I wish someone could say “oculus reparo” and fix my broken glasses. Or maybe just “reparo” and fix something else that’s been broken.
Four books read, six films watched, a deep tan developed and a heart still confused. It’s like you do these things to remind me of the situation we’re in, that it’s your game and I’m just a piece.
You’ve taken control from the control freak and you dangle it over my head.. Nice.
Tonight my almost 18 year old little brother told me he wanted to do volunteer work in Africa next year like I’ve done in the Philippines and Costa Rica :) I couldn’t be more proud of him. That’s how we’re raised in Canberra; polar opposites to most of the smug, precocious, pretentious, drug-and-alcohol-abusing hipster twerps raised in this city.
Easter long weekend. Days on the beach, cider-infused days, Pimms-drenched nights and friends leaving to spend time with their families. Easter Sunday is lonely for me, my family spent it with eachother in another city and in one insulting case, the same city with no intention of telling me.. Lately I’m always wondering what you’re doing and thinking how perfectly timed it is that...
