Take it ease'

Singer/songwriter. 23. I can't whistle and I hate bad teeth.

The trick to life.

Okay so from the beginning of time, whenever the hell that was, earth became full of energy, some how. (I’m not getting into religion because I know nothing about it.)

Like wayyyy before any of us were here.

That energy is trillions of years old.

its in animals

its in humans

its in everything we build, break and speak.

Everything we touch, everything we think, everything.

Energy.

Every second of your life, this is happening.

50% of reality is created by your thoughts and the other half is created by the actions caused by you and your thoughts.

Wait whaaaat?

This means EVERYTHING in your life can be controlled by what you think.

(Even the things you haven’t learned or done yet.)

When someone tells you that you can do anything you want in life, they aren’t kidding.

That phrase alone is probably the most powerful phrase in existence. 

Once it’s said and you comprehend it, whether you believe it or not, the possibility becomes 100% possible; making it no longer a possibility, but now a “Fact”; all you have to do is acknowledge it.

Just as if you were to say you can’t do something.

Years of can’t becomes years of not, becomes years of won’t, becomes years of unhappiness.

People sound so confident and sure of themselves when they push you down because its easy to be negative.

There is actually nothing separating your ability to think positive, except for the thought.

Design yourself.

Yee?

Yee?

Do you still care, or do I sit here running in place with my hands in my hair?
And what if I said my friends hate my guts, cause all I talk about is how it was?
So do you still care that I still wonder who you’re with and where?
I just want to speak, ask you how are things, I just want to sleep, come lay next to me.
Do you still care, or do I sit here hoping for love that won’t ever come near?
And what if I said my friends hate my guts, cause I all ever talk about is love?
Do you still care that I still wonder who you’re with and where?
I can not sleep, barely speak, when I make myself sing-and cut, does this sting?
Then I do not care, who you’re with and where your eyes may stare.
I mean, I’ll try not to care, but I don’t think I would survive out there.
And do you still care, that I still wonder who you’re with and where?
That I still wonder who you’re with and where,
That I still wonder who you’re with and where.
Why do I still wonder who you’re with and where?
Why do I still wonder who you’re with and where?

My Bayside cover of “Devotion and Desire”