First Things First

I’m not sure if what I’ve poured all of my hard work and effort into will actually lead me to the path I want to walk in life.

A place to write out my 3am thoughts, deepest desires, and wishful thinking

On the internet of all places

Where things you think you own and have control over

Are there for all the world to see

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Service with friends who are as nerdy and dedicated as you

Trying not to take things for granted and to actually enjoy life in the present


Never underestimate the power of reason, reassurance, compassion, sympathy, friendship, appreciation, humility, and a good workout.

I will never stop being grateful for solid movie soundtracks and moments that stand alone and never falter.


Just watched Nathan Chen’s free skate and holy sht I’m in awe.

There is something to be said about the ability to pick yourself up off the ice and try again, as there is nothing else you can do but keep going.

From Chen’s programs (aka OTHER MASTERPIECES):

“This is like my soul screaming. No words to entirely describe the beautiful strong painful subtlety of this masterpiece of a song.” -Shula Beifun


I need something that will stop me from being sad+acting pathetic and immediately bring me back to myself

like a Max Potion or a Full Restore or some sht

Looking for a pianist to serenade me with the Her soundtrack; $1/tear

Song by Jane Do–e (John Donne/John Do–e)

Go and catch a falling star,
    Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
    Or who cleft the devil’s foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
            And find
            What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be’st born to strange sights,
    Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
    Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
            And swear,
            No where
Lives a man true, and fair.
If thou find’st one, let me know,
    Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
    Though at next door we might meet;
Though he were true, when you met him,
And last, till you write your letter,
            Yet he
            Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.


Have yet to learn to stop pouring from an empty cup

“Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.”



Figure things out without disregarding your worth and standards.

Tomorrow is just another day to build each other up.


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