A hobby of yours
One of my favorite “hobbies” could be analyzing things… people, music, situations, art.. I like to brood and dwell and completely analyze everything. Not really a hobby… more of a habit. Oh well.
One of my favorite “hobbies” could be analyzing things… people, music, situations, art.. I like to brood and dwell and completely analyze everything. Not really a hobby… more of a habit. Oh well.
A talent of mine would have to be painting, drawing, sketching, doodling.. basically anything related to creating something aesthetically pleasing. Although aesthetics are purely subjective… so I might be a sucky artist to some people.
Fiona Apple – Love Ridden
Love ridden I’ve looked at you
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles
I’ve wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow
And baby I wished for you
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
And I wanna crawl in with you
But I cry instead
I want your warm
But it will only make me colder when it’s over
So I can’t tonight, baby
No, not “baby” anymore, if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
My hand won’t hold you down no more
The path is clear to follow through
I stood too long in the way of the door
And now I’m giving up on you
No, not “baby” anymore, if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
No, not “baby” anymore, if I need you
I’ll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we’ll only have to wave
Cat Power – Hate
anyone can tell you there’s no more road to ride
everyone will tell you there’s no place to hide
there’s no laws or rules to enchain your life
but the ones who didn’t make it,
the ones who couldn’t take it,
so glad they made it out alive
everyone loves the fun
everyone comes by
in the wind I crunch, I want to die
they can give me pills
or let me drink my fill
the heart wants to explode
far away where nobody knows
do you believe she said that?
do you believe she said that?
I said I hate myself and I want to die.
half of it is innocent
the other half is wise
the whole damn thing makes no sense
I wish I could tell you a lie
hey, come here
let me whisper in your ear
I hate myself and I want to die.
do you believe she said that?
can you believe she repeated that?
I said, I hate me myself and I
said I hate myself and I want to die
As soon as I get time I’m going to dig into:
Ayn Rand’s The Virtue of Selfishness | E. H. Gombrich’s Art and Illusion: A Study in the Psychology of Pictorial Representation. |
Ayn Rand here sets forth the moral principles of Objectivism, the philosophy that holds man’s life–the life proper to a rational being–as the standard of moral values and regards altruism as incompatible with man’s nature, with the creative requirements of his survival, and with a free society. | A classic in the philosophy of art, it discusses the thinking and psychological process of depiction through paintings. |
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Slow descent into insanity. Too good to write anymore about. A must read!
Ohhh gosh. This one is going to be difficult because I really don’t have a criteria for a boyfriend. I feel like there are a couple things that I do PREFER, however if they cannot be met I can find compromises.
I do like a guy who can protect me and take care of me. I like to feel safe in my relationships. I like guys with a sense of humor (so cliche but so true!), but knows when to control it. I had an ex who would consistently use humor in inappropriate situations (at least what I considered inappropriate). For example, I periodically feel down in the dumps, and he would attempt to rectify it with some kind of joke that completely belittled what I was feeling and plain just insulted it. I feel that some guys just don’t know when to stop.
Moving on, I also prefer a guy who not only has a good sense of humor, but has a good sense of self worth and the worth of others. I don’t want a guy to constantly put himself down just to collect compliments and reassurance from me. This ties into the taking care of me thing. If you don’t believe in yourself, how can I ever believe in you?
Looks can vary. The only thing is: HE HAS TO BE TALLER THAN ME. I just can’t be with someone shorter than me. And because I like to wear heels so often, I’d prefer him to be much taller than me so that when I wear heels he is still taller.
I think that’s about it..
Oh yeah, he has to be older than me. I have a feeling I wouldn’t work well with a guy who was younger than me. This means that I would have to be the more mature person in the relationship. I don’t think that could work out..