ryanmoge.

Aug 10
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it seems

i had forgotten about my tumblr, until just recently. 

unique, new york.

Apr 29
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There are all these things I want to do. Then there is the knowledge that I can’t do them all. Then there is the realization that it doesn’t matter. Then there is the question, “what does?
Apr 05
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awake

this basements getting old. i woke up and watched television today, for the first time in a long while. i spent the majority of yesterday with friends, which was fun.

i find it hard to write now. like the words im saying arent true or that im trying to put things down on paper that dont exist. i cant even form intelligent sentences. writers block, eh?

tomorrow i go back to work, have wednesday off, work thursday, and have friday saturday, sunday off. good, friday.

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Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.
— jean paul sartre
Apr 04
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‘drain the lake and bring it back to me.’
— architects
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i must give.

it comes down to the day to day.

finding ways to make the way i live better, and eliminating the things that make my life worse. this town makes one stagnant, and thus brings forced satisfaction. i refuse to force satisfaction on myself. i am not satisfied, and i am not one to sit still. get me out of here. i will get myself out.