My Life. Your Dream

My Life. Your Dream

To keep your joie de vivre think about authenticity rather than perfection, focus on here rather than there, have rather than the have not and sex rather than trying to be sexy

A comment on the YouTube video kinda says it all: 

This song makes me wanna strip naked, burst out of my window, free fall 28 floors, faceplant in the snow, make a snow angel mixed with my own blood, shiver from the cold, get hypothermia, DIE, go the pearly gate, say wuzzup to Jesus, do our secret hand shake, look for Buddha, find him, have him reincarnate me into a frog, meet a princess, kiss her, turn into a prince, order my subjects to bring me a computer, listen to this song again, cry myself to sleep. Wake up.. Repeat.

Yes you…

Yes you…

When all that is left is a simple shadow, what will we want it to say? Would we contain the colours of our dreams, or just the darkness of our fears? Will it speak with the last sorrows we’ve found in our short time here? Or divulge our simple desire to smile.

ME: A friend has an idea of putting jell-o in the kiddy pool at Coachella
BOY: OMFG
BOY: That is my childhood dream
ME: How though?
BOY: Get the dimensions of the kiddy pool
BOY: Calculate the volume from that
BOY: Reduce it by 20% since you won't fill it to the top
BOY: Then extrapolate that out of the number of boxes of jell-o you will need. I estimate this to be roughly 40-50 boxes
ME: oh my effing god
BOY: And get a color other than red
ME: How many hours of thought have you

Everything you are ashamed of. All the parts of yourself that you keep secret. Everything you want to change about yourself. It’s who you are - that’s your power. Deny it and you are nothing.