Came home from school to find out @melxrosex13 made a huuuuge blanket fort in our living room, so we ordered pizza when she got home from work so we could sit in it and watch movies, cuddle and stuff our faces with food! #fort #blanketfort #bestgirlfriendever #loveydovey #awesome #pizza
@melxrosex13 ran and tried to skip through the doorway, not realizing the screen was closed. #sofuckingfunny #babbby #ilysfm #lookhowmangledthedooris #thisiswhyyoureallmine <3
Using mini/portable studio setup while my computer is being fixed/upgraded. #protools #recording #studio #music #producer #edm #funk #glitchhop #analog #electronicmusic #kino #kinomusic #dj #musician
Started off my morning right by doing some yoga with candles, incense and tea. Despite sleeping in ‘til 10 when I wanted to wake up at 8:00. Time to start working on the 3 songs I have to do this week!
You die. You destroy the very person you are for the chance at a fresh start. You kill off everything you once were and everyone you once knew, including yourself. You bury it with every memory, every lie, every painful truth, every thought, every feeling. You die and become someone new. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve died now. Constantly reinventing myself for the sake of my own sanity but it’s never enough. Something always lingers. There are some things you cannot kill, some things you cannot hide and even some things that never change. And then, it comes back to haunt you. All those past lives, those past feelings and memories and thoughts and incarnations all come rushing back at once. Not in order, but chaos. You begin to haunt yourself. At first it comes in the middle of the night. Those nights you can’t sleep. But even when you wake up, it’s still there. Growing in the back of your mind. You try to hide it, you even deny it. But it’s there. So you die again and again, burying more and more into the same shallow grave. But no matter how much mud you pile on to hide what lies beneath it always comes back to haunt you. You’re dead, certainly not alive. Just a ghost. Nothing but memories and feelings that torment the soul. You live to die again. Over and over. You can’t get rid of it. Not unless you do it right, at least. You try to do it with the utmost perfection. Leaving no evidence behind. But you can’t kill the witnesses. So you run. You run away and die again. You give yourself time to live, hoping time will erase everything and that one day your death will be forgotten. Your life will be forgotten. So you run. You die. You live. You hide. Waiting. Waiting for the day you can truly live. Even if you’re still dead. One day you’ll get it right. One day you commit the perfect murder. The perfect death. No witnesses. No evidence. Will you still be haunted? Oh, probably. But you can lay cement where you buried it all. Bury it deep. Bury it somewhere else. Never returning to the grave. One day I’ll get it right…One day I’ll commit the perfect murder…No evidence, and no witnesses…One day I’ll die, only to live again….Even if it means I’m dead….
Help Barack Obama kickstart World War III. :)