Sappy, lately

I find myself constantly engullfed in this computer lately. Re-reading Vladimir Nabokov, and E.E. Cummings simply because I don't feel like leaving my room. I wish my mom allowed me to smoke freely, just a passing thought because of this rain. Tumblr, I'm always looking at the same tumblrs, though I don't read the same text over. Still not sleeping as I should, but at least I'm dreaming. There's a bag of Malley's Chocolate Malt Eggs.... I'm trying SO hard to not eat them. I'm listening to Isles and Glaciers, they sound a lot like a Chiodos and Pierce the Veil hybrid. I like them nonetheless. While being absent-minded today I stumbled across something extremely interesting; and artist had found a way to imprint a BREATH onto a copper plate. How remarkable is that? Thinking about a lot. Chance, for example. Life is left up to chance, or fate, if you will. Life cannot be controlled, or personalized despite common belief. It's determined and arranged as to where your pieces fall. And that in itself, is also remarkable.

There isn't enough hate in this world to bring me down.