I'M A NEGATIVE CREEP
k-sin:

Dragged into Sunlight @ Earthdom (July 25, 2014). It was awesome…so brutal night.

k-sin:

Dragged into Sunlight @ Earthdom (July 25, 2014). It was awesome…so brutal night.

Dressing up.

Dressing up.

If you have a moment please take a look at my side blog which I am going to be posting little bits of my creativity - the first of which being a short account of bekoi and I’s time in Amsterdam accompanied by some images I took. 

The only benefit of having a wrist injury followed by an elbow injury means lots of squats. Can’t wait to get back to training.

The only benefit of having a wrist injury followed by an elbow injury means lots of squats. Can’t wait to get back to training.

magictransistor:

Syd Mead (Conceptual illustrations), Blade Runner [And related earlier art), c. 1980.

withapencilinhand:

The Shinning Poster

withapencilinhand:

The Shinning Poster

After injuring my elbow I’ve had another week without training (this picture being from my last session). I’m itching to get back to it. Not a great deal of tone, but a bit of size and strength is coming to my back. I’m happy. Just need to keep at it.

After injuring my elbow I’ve had another week without training (this picture being from my last session). I’m itching to get back to it. Not a great deal of tone, but a bit of size and strength is coming to my back. I’m happy. Just need to keep at it.

Vegan mushroom burger / black coffee / Junky

Vegan mushroom burger / black coffee / Junky

I have no discernible, decipherable, desirable skills. I can do a couple things to a moderate standard, the kind of things that people are surprised you do because you don’t talk about it. Have no pride in it. I go unnoticed and unfulfilled creatively. My aspirations are unattainable - I cannot count the amount of times I have divided ten thousand by just as many uncountable numbers.
I want to further enrich my sorry mind and achieve something. But, my masters, my MSc, seems out of my grasp.

Finished my book. New t-shirt. Can’t sleep.

Finished my book. New t-shirt. Can’t sleep.

Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.
Charles Bukowski (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

Quote from ‘Post Office’.