Many names... one voice: EliMayz

It's a quest for sincere revelations and to not lose the day just going through the motions.


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Reblogged from barrowmen

I know these all too well.

barrowmen:

First World Problems: Matt Smith edition

(via doctorwho)


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Reblogged from killeroo

Perrrrfect.

(via electrobudgie)


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Reblogged from thelifeofacaveman
“ Objective: Learn french. Go to France. Speak english with obnoxious attitude. Listen. Laugh at what they’re saying about you… Cry about what they’re saying… Fall apart in tears at a bustling coffee shop. Awkwardly pretend nothing happened. Go home. Never speak french. Ever. You had a bad experience. (via thelifeofacaveman)

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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Earliest human memory… that’s tough… I have so many memories from when I was a fish.  I think my first human memory was being in a car during a major storm. It was super scary.

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Me Time. It’s the term my friends and I have used lately to refer to the ten minutes a day that a person needs to clear their heads without the influence of any of their peers, even the peers they like. I get my Me Time around 10pm. Everynight I wind up closing the door and hiding out in my bedroom for a while before I go to sleep and I’m currently in such a need for this time in my day that I’d rather stay up and debate the cause of social decay with teenagers just so that I can enjoy my bed room a little longer before I pass out.  My tiny little water closet is amazingly cozy. I’ve decked it out in blues and browns that give the appearance of more space than I have and my love of throw blankets makes the whole room feel like it’s nothing more than a really big bed. This room I love. This room never hears the slaming of doors or the harsh stab of arguments. Right now, it smells of a man in a leather jacket standing in a field of flowers eating an apple. I don’t want to give this up even if it is for sleep.

Me Time. It’s the term my friends and I have used lately to refer to the ten minutes a day that a person needs to clear their heads without the influence of any of their peers, even the peers they like. I get my Me Time around 10pm. Everynight I wind up closing the door and hiding out in my bedroom for a while before I go to sleep and I’m currently in such a need for this time in my day that I’d rather stay up and debate the cause of social decay with teenagers just so that I can enjoy my bed room a little longer before I pass out. 

My tiny little water closet is amazingly cozy. I’ve decked it out in blues and browns that give the appearance of more space than I have and my love of throw blankets makes the whole room feel like it’s nothing more than a really big bed. This room I love. This room never hears the slaming of doors or the harsh stab of arguments. Right now, it smells of a man in a leather jacket standing in a field of flowers eating an apple. I don’t want to give this up even if it is for sleep.


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It’s that time of the year again. The summer concert tours are starting up… and I can’t wait.  Check out This Is Energy (Loser’s Luck with a French twist).

It’s that time of the year again. The summer concert tours are starting up… and I can’t wait. 
Check out This Is Energy (Loser’s Luck with a French twist).


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Ah… I’ll miss that bedroom. We’re already an hour late to get the last of my stuff from the old apartment…. Some how I’m not surprised by that fact. It’s kind of scary to realize just how little living goes on in that place now that we’re not there. So while I go and figure out what’s actually worth moving (for the forth time in less than a year) and what’s just worth throwing out enjoy your weekend, someone’s got to.

Ah… I’ll miss that bedroom.

We’re already an hour late to get the last of my stuff from the old apartment…. Some how I’m not surprised by that fact. It’s kind of scary to realize just how little living goes on in that place now that we’re not there. So while I go and figure out what’s actually worth moving (for the forth time in less than a year) and what’s just worth throwing out enjoy your weekend, someone’s got to.

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Ah… more love for the dogs…

Ah… more love for the dogs…