Food (for) thought
The industry doesn’t owe you anything, you owe the industry something. So stop daydreaming and start DOING. Develop a backbone, not a wishbone. Take full responsibility, take control. You are important and you are needed. It’s too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Fuck someday, be all about today.
Happy Friday ya’ll!
How to fall out of love...
What am I supposed to do when it’s me wanting you, and the very thought of your nonchalance is coursing through my veins like acid, caustic and painful and relentless, and you’re sitting there, pretending that you can’t hear my body shrieking for your touch, until you’re bored or lonely or just too lazy to find another thrill.
Do I keep running recklessly toward the inevitable crushing feeling of your fleeting kisses and half hearted goodbyes, towards the nights that feel like a warm sun shining on my pale skin, hours spent feeling like the only two people left in a crumbling galaxy?
Or do I restrain myself with every single shred of self control of dignity of pride that I can muster and ignore that late night text, do I relieve myself of your intoxicating smell and heart breaking indifference?
Or do I take the third, possibly most painful road, wherein I wake myself up to the reality that there is no you, or not the you that I have created, that I am in love with a romanticized version of what I thought I wanted, because that was, at the time, a safe alternative to discovering the real person under the romanticized character.