Just some random shit and my own little note pad. Personal blog.
i’m really sick of the phrase “find yourself”
you don’t find yourself
you make yourself
you’re a blank canvas
don’t waste your time looking for blank canvases
when you’ve had a paint brush in your hand the whole time
you can be anything you want to be
you don’t need to find yourself
you already have yourself
dreams are really weird because you don’t question the reality of them at all. like you could be being chased by a giant banana mafia and the only thing on your mind is ‘fuck, we gotta get to a blender pronto’.
I feel so strange. All I do in the dream is wonder why its happening…