A Mind Near Paranoia. |
Herro, my name is Mattie. I spend most of my time looking for rocks and marching in step. Say hello, I'm rather interesting if you just ask. Music is my passion. Marching Band at school. Mellophone is the absolute best and French Horn, of course, follows suit. I have been Drum Major for the past year and will be it again for my Senior year. But as for musicians, I'm obsessed with Jack's Mannequin and Maia Hirasawa. Sarah Kay, Anis Mojgani, and Robert Becker are my inspirations. Really, all I would like is to be that rock you can hold onto at the end of the day, something solid... make people happy. I'm trying. Really. I am. |
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Notes I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a spouse and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Angel Haze, the amazing rapper, and another fig was Constantine and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was a neurological surgeon with her own practice, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
…and I lost them all.
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Notes"My mind is, to use a disgustingly obvious smile, like a wastebasket full of waste paper; bits of hair, and rotting apple cores. I am feeling depressed from being exposed to so many lives, so many of them exciting, new to my realm of experience. I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I’ve got to admire someone to really like them deeply - to value them as friends."Sylvia Plath
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Notes"And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long."Sylvia Plath
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Rihanna: We found love in a hopeless place.Cap: We found Steve in a frozen place.Tony: We found Stark in an iron case.Bruce: We found Hulk in some gamma rays.... ...
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My yearbook.
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