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a long weekend

a simple photo. you can’t tear your eyes from it. the person you planned on spending the rest of your life with. now, you can’t even remember the way their lips felt. memories faded away like waves receding back into the body of water from which they came. you’re unable to recall the color of the eyes that stared so deeply back at you. a hand that fit so perfectly in yours. the smallest of things flash through your mind, but everything else bleeds together and slips away as you struggle to relive a time when you felt whole. you forget their smell, then their hips, their skin, then their lips. all at once, it is nothing but a fleeting distant thought. a spool of destroyed 8mm collecting dust on a shelf. a long weekend. a fond memory of a place that you can never revisit.

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House Where Modern and Rustic Interior Designs are Mixed – Vorstadt 14 | DigsDigs

i wanted to be an architect since i was about 8 years old. and i originally was in school for architecture. so, my love of architecture has led me to follow a couple architecture blogs. quite frequently i save posts, and i keep an archive of things i like. i would never normally reblog anything, but this, this right here, this is what i want. just this. nothing more. i love this. Zoom Image

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House Where Modern and Rustic Interior Designs are Mixed – Vorstadt 14 | DigsDigs

i wanted to be an architect since i was about 8 years old. and i originally was in school for architecture. so, my love of architecture has led me to follow a couple architecture blogs. quite frequently i save posts, and i keep an archive of things i like. i would never normally reblog anything, but this, this right here, this is what i want. just this. nothing more. i love this.

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25

five years ago i thought i knew everything. if you would have asked, i would have told you that i had it all figured out. and, i would have believed myself.

the older i’ve gotten the more i’ve realize how little i actually know. i’ve realized how different everyone is and how people “grow up” so differently. when i was younger, i had such a concrete set of thoughts and beliefs. if someone older and wiser would have told me that i was being ignorant or naive, i would thought that what i knew, at the time, was so right that they didn’t know what they were talking about. it’s only now that i look back at myself five years ago and realize how ignorant and naive i was.

when i was 20 years old, i was amazed how much people changed from 15 to 20. but knowing that i had it all figured out, i didn’t think i’d change from 20 to 25 at all. the truth is, i’ve probably changed more from 20 to 25 than i did from 10 to 20. although i am currently content with how i think and how i feel and what i believe, i know that i’m only 25 and i don’t know everything.

with that said, here’s a list of things i’ve learned and think are important in my 25 years on this earth:

1. love.

2. all you really need are only the things you really need.

3. biggie was half right. mo’ money mo’ problems is only applicable when people know you have it and/or you’re spending it like an idiot. if you have a million dollars in the bank, no one knows about it, and you’re still paying 500 dollars rent, you won’t have any problems.

4. breakfast may not be the most important meal of the day.

5. don’t trust anyone. but, hold on to the people you can trust.

6. don’t care what other people think of you. i still have trouble with that one, but i know it’s important.

7. music is way more important than people give it credit for.

8. music and math are the only 2 things that are universal, it probably wouldn’t hurt to get better at either one.

9. time for yourself is sometimes the most important time.

10. whenever you can, travel.

11. everything in moderation. so important.

12. a day without laughter is a day wasted.

14. most elevators don’t have a button for 13. there was a joke here, somewhere.

15. buy a good bed. you spend one third of your life sleeping, spend the money. people will spend tens of thousands of dollars on a car and for some reason have trouble spending money on a bed. chances are, you probably spend three times the amount of time in your bed than in your car. trust me, it’s worth it. your body will thank you.

16. do what you love to do, as much as you can. you only have so much time.

17. God gave you life. be thankful. the rest is just circumstance, which He should never be blamed for.

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the floor creaks next door

the floor creaks next door
and I am alone
but I know that someone is near

heat from the day
rests where I lay
and consoles me with unsettled fear

the uneven wood
reminds me I could
get dressed and drive into the night

yet I lay here still
against my own will
steadily withstanding my plight

with each given groan
I trundle and moan
and think of the time I have left

the lessons I’ve learned
the scars that I’ve earned
and, love is always guilty of theft

did I get lost on the way
or trapped in a day
where the sun never rises or sets?

I shall get up in the morn
sew what I’ve torn
and labor to pay off my debts

at last I’m alive
but cannot contrive
where I will go next from here

the floor creaks next door
and I am alone
but I know that someone is near

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You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
Ghandi

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I found God in myselfAnd i loved herI loved her fiercely
-Ntozake Shange
so, there i was, freshly showered. i had a few mustache hairs that were being bothersome, and needed some immediate attention. however, the steam from the shower had forcefully overtaken the mirror, with no sign of letting up. this was a job to be had in front of the good old, full length closet door mirrors of my bedroom. the lighting isn’t great, but i knew i could overcome this most minor of obstacles. as leaned in close to the mirror i realized i had to make a few changes to the current layout of my ever-growing facial hair arrangement. i further assessed the situation and leaned in closer. my nose, almost bumping against the mirror before me. my breath began to create a small foggy patch just below my nostrils. i held my ground, looking, assessing. until my breath began to overtake the mirror like the steam had, just a room away. i lean back.
is this a joke? am i the butt of a well-played prank? is there someone filming me, awaiting my reaction? wait, no one could have possibly known my annoyance with my own facial hair…
what is written all over my mirror???
“i loved her”, are the only words highlighted by the moisture of my breath. i let out a large breath. “i loved her fiercely”. a chill comes over my body, forcing me to peer over my shoulder as one would in a movie, given the current situation. keep in mind, i’ve been living in this room, in front of these mirrors, for 10 months, and the handwriting doesn’t match that of anyone i know. i exhale again…
I found God in myselfAnd i loved herI loved her fiercely
-Ntozake Shange
…i, at least, took a little comfort in knowing it was a quote, but the fact that these words have been staring at me for nearly a year with out my knowing, undeniably, creeps me out.

I found God in myself
And i loved her
I loved her fiercely

-Ntozake Shange

so, there i was, freshly showered. i had a few mustache hairs that were being bothersome, and needed some immediate attention. however, the steam from the shower had forcefully overtaken the mirror, with no sign of letting up. this was a job to be had in front of the good old, full length closet door mirrors of my bedroom. the lighting isn’t great, but i knew i could overcome this most minor of obstacles. as leaned in close to the mirror i realized i had to make a few changes to the current layout of my ever-growing facial hair arrangement. i further assessed the situation and leaned in closer. my nose, almost bumping against the mirror before me. my breath began to create a small foggy patch just below my nostrils. i held my ground, looking, assessing. until my breath began to overtake the mirror like the steam had, just a room away. i lean back.

is this a joke? am i the butt of a well-played prank? is there someone filming me, awaiting my reaction? wait, no one could have possibly known my annoyance with my own facial hair…

what is written all over my mirror???

“i loved her”, are the only words highlighted by the moisture of my breath. i let out a large breath. “i loved her fiercely”. a chill comes over my body, forcing me to peer over my shoulder as one would in a movie, given the current situation. keep in mind, i’ve been living in this room, in front of these mirrors, for 10 months, and the handwriting doesn’t match that of anyone i know. i exhale again…

I found God in myself
And i loved her
I loved her fiercely

-Ntozake Shange

…i, at least, took a little comfort in knowing it was a quote, but the fact that these words have been staring at me for nearly a year with out my knowing, undeniably, creeps me out.

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dear cheese

Dear Cheese,

I would like to first and foremost recognize the fact that the following is not meant to be directed at any single cheese, like cheddar, for instance, but is directed at all cheeses. Even though each is so different in it’s own unique way, they are still created equally and each distinctfully stored in a special place in my heart.

Cheese, you have always been there for me. From the time I was a mere toddler and I discovered you melted amongst a plethora of shell-like noodles. Then later, you were found a grand companion to things that had become dull to me, like salad. All the way up until I was lucky to have come across you, brie - how did I survive so long without the knowledge of your existence?

You make so many things that would be considered lack luster by many, and make them incredible works of art. In this great country, I am one of the lucky few to reside in the beautiful land of California. But you, cheese, you’re the “real California”. How do you go about your day knowing that you are compared to such greatness? Under such pressure, my feeble knees would buckle, but you hold your ground.

The way provolone thrives as it’s melted amid grilled chicken, or, when heated, the way swiss becomes one with pastrami; the way brie brings people together at small gatherings, or the way gouda is named gouda; There’s no single place you aren’t accepted. Sporting events, no, you’re there. Extravagant outings, there you are, staking your claim. Galas and the sort, you’re all around us.

What other nutriment is said everytime a photograph is snapped? There are no other provisions being adorned atop ones head in below freezing temperatures, are there? If I happened to be enjoying myself and get carried away, am I not referred to as “cheesy”?

There are some close to me who have strong arguements against you, cheese. But when faced with adversity I look my opposer in the eye and say, “nay, for cheese has always stuck by my side, so, likewise, I will continue to stand by it.”.

Keep on doin’ your thing, cheese.

Love always,

Parker