I don’t know why but it always feels good to clean out my room. Not just the visible clutter, but the junk that’s been put away in drawers and boxes until it just explodes. I love getting my hands on those from time to time.
When I do, it’s fun for a lot of reasons. I find old photos, postcards and little things that remind me of older days. And when I’m done, I get this serene feeling of pureness and a new start. It feels like getting all the stuff in your room out of the way, gets all the stuff in your head out of the way.
Then all you need to do is curl up with a book and a notebook next to you, so when something of new inspiration comes to you, you can immediately write it down. I always feel more inspirational when all the mess is out of the way.
Now Mr. Drawer, please excuse me for my behaviour lately, stuffing you with all you can handle and more, but I am here to release you from your stress. Please take a deep breath while I get everything out of you and reorganize it for you. It might tickle a little, but you’ll feel better afterwards, I promise.
I sometimes like to stand next to the toaster in the kitchen, staring at it and trying not to flinch when the toast comes out. I actually do flinch 99% of the time, but when I don’t a strange sort of euphoria comes over me for about a second.
I’m officially a geeky freak.
- Guy: Did it hurt?
- Girl: Did what hurt?
- Guy: When you fell from heaven...
- Girl: Aww!
- Guy: ...'cause your face is really fucked up.
Endings scare people. They always have and they always will. But what everyone seems to be forgetting, is that that ending is a new beginning as well. It’s because we can only look back, we think it’s unrational to be looking towards what’s coming because we don’t know what is heading our way.
I’m afraid too, sometimes. But I’m young. I know there is a lot ahead of me, so at this point in my life endings aren’t that scary. Sometimes I think we should not see endings at all, just new beginnings. Because in the end (yes, I actually phrased it that way), that’s all it ever is. A new beginning of something you’re just not used to. It’s different, not terrifyingly lifechanging. And it’s probably just beautiful by the time it ends and you get to look back on it again.
Thank you all so much! <3
I’ve never felt this interesting even though I know I’m not. :D