apheliotrope

I miss deviantart, sometimes. Mostly because it at least felt like a place where people made things, instead of a place where people copied and pasted what other people had already done. Tumblr is just an echo of an echo of an echo of the same pointless tripe. It's like one of those pictures that has a smaller version of the same picture inside it, and so on, mirroring into infinity without going anywhere. The same could be said for facebook, too, for that matter. Just people sharing what someone else has already shared. No one actually says or does or makes ANYTHING. I need a creative community, again. It helps, and it inspires me. I miss i

The next person to ask about my wedding will be served as an appetizer at my reception.

I have never felt so far from 20.  I guess I've never been so far from 20, either (well, other than when I was way under it), but I never felt it until recently. It scares the shit out of me. I look at the rest of my life, and I am not sure how to feel.  I want to believe that great things are ahead, but I don't know.  I don't know.  I don't know.