“The more you document your own life, the more you check in, you tweet, the more you post photos of what you did last night, the more you do all of this stuff, or even in my case, the more you listen for little lines of dialogue that can make their way into stories, the more you photograph moments, in a way, the more you start to step out of those moments, and if you do that too much, you become a spectator to your own life.”—Jonathan Harris (via youmightfindyourself)
My hair revolting against my no brushing rule and not staying in a tight top bun. 2 down on this crossword My bank balance Men who don’t understand my humor The fact that it’s not winter My grocery list. Why can’t it buy itself? Animal fries I had for lunch that fell on my chest. Grrr
I am so drained and I never thought it could be due to the fact that I continuously put in effort with ppl who take that shit for granted, who run to me at the first sign of shit going wrong in their lives. I’m all for letting you vent being there for you spending time with you when you feel down but I’m not ok with that being one sided all the time. Ask me how I’m doing ask me how my day was, it’s not so hard. Ok i’m done.
So for a long time we have been finding random articles of clothing that don’t belong to anyone nor any of our friends. Then things started disappearing like real random stuff like wine bottles. The dogs often stop dead on their tracks staring at something we don’t see. Recently a pack of peanuts were sitting in the middle of my floor, I had been in there earlier changing out of my work clothes and there wasn’t anything on the floor and no one had been in my room since. Then the next day, there was a trail of cigarettes leading up the walkway, none of us smoke. Today we were sitting watching hunger games and my dog walks over to the screen door. There’s no one out there then we all heard the same noise…… Someone running their hands down the screen. We immediately turn, still nothing there but coco is growling.