(Source: siriuslygoonerific, via ryanmgkim)
I’ve seen The Avengers two times, and this was all I could think about every time I saw Cobie.
Basically, there are three visions in my mind right now. It has been that way for quiet some time. First is allergy; I have it, I suffer from it, it tells me where and whom I should avoid. I’ve always been disapproving of allergy, but lately I came to embrace it. Yeah, it’s hard to sleep at night waking up every couple of hours thinking that I’m going to drown, but at least it keeps me in check so that I don’t oversleep ever. Also, this little guy does something quiet sweet that no one else had any success in having me do. It makes me exercise. When I exercise, it gives me perhaps five minutes of free breath with no extra charge. How benevolent is that? Allergy has been good to me. I am, as of now, quiet ambivalent toward it.
Second: Notion of belief. To believe is to open yourself to it and somehow trust that it won’t fuck you up because you opened up. I don’t know how people so easily embrace a belief. Maybe I am just a bit fucked up, but, for some reason, I have a problem with putting all the chips in one hand. Instead, I will choose endless what ifs. Maybe it will wreck my mind, but it’s easier for me than believing in something.
Lastly, Diablo 3. Fifty-one hours and counting down. o.o
My perfect vacation would be this on vinyl in a small room somewhere with gigantic windows to let the sun mollify me.
Spain or perhaps Madagascar would be nice too.
