The Dreambelt Atmosphere

Remember when parents would say never to give out your address on the Internet because some bad guy would show up at your door.

Space RollerCoaster

Here I am randomly blogging due to my heightened feelings and emotions.  It’s the New Year, 2013, although it hasn’t completely hit me yet, maybe because it’s only 1:30 in the morning New Year’s Day.  I’m not one to get all hopeful and egotistical about something I ultimately don’t have control over.  What happens, happens.  I have a say in what I think of it and what different things I pursue and choose to enlighten myself with, but really each year runs its own course.  I don’t need a list of resolutions.  I don’t need ways in which I can improve myself this new year.  Although that doesn’t mean I’ll stay the same.  I believe this year will bring about a lot of new and exciting things for me, however I choose not to get excited over them just yet.  Over-hype seems to be the death of me sometimes and pulls my mind along for the ride.  I also believe there is someone out there for everyone.  My introvertedness makes it difficult at times, but I feel there’s a chance and it starts directly with me.  I am part of something bigger, but that doesn’t mean I can’t affect the larger picture in some way.  This year, I choose to be myself, to make my own decisions, and to live today for a better future for myself and others.

Mitt Romney sucks pass it on

Oh my god the NOTES

HAD TO REBLOG AGAIN !!!

there are only a little over 9million users on Tumblr..almost every single damn person has liked this post. Tumblr has the power!

Never not reblogging because it gets truer and truer every day.

I WILL REBLOG EVERY TIME I SEE IT UNTIL NOVEMBER 6TH

every time.

(Source: thvnhvu-blog-blog)

Sail off to sleep.

Ever realize how difficult it is to find things that really matter?

Just a Sunrise

The brilliant sunbeams seem all the brighter in the morning.  A misty sunrise.  Veiled by oceans of thoughts and feelings.  Pristine waters shimmer below an immense landscape.  Artistic thoughts almost leap out of each droplet as they crash across a smooth coast.  The wind greets the fresh morning light, as it blows gently along your cheek.  The sea air has never seemed more alive; whispering about past adventures of sailors and pirates that once littered the now tranquil waters.  You close your eyes and are now overcome with the thought.  

A bombastic journey on the high seas.  Every wave sends a thrill through your spine, as the ship succumbs to the waves constant battering. Shouting overhead causes you to look up towards the crow’s nest.  You follow the scallawag’s pointing finger to the almost ghost-like ship on the horizon.  It is moving rapidly, as if it was breaking the water beneath its hull.  The captain quickly positions the ship to take the defensive.  The ghost-ship is moving even faster now.  The sunlight struggles to maintain the breakneck pace.  Cannonfire erupts across the windless air.  Seagulls chirp in the distance as you open your eyes and gaze back out across the waters. Smiling broadly, you continue to stare into the distance as a ship sails off into the thick mist.

Hey Adam, please don’t forget Annmarie, thanks.