Life Is Crazy - Tumblr Posts
the internet is too much all the time for no reason and I hate it so much I've decided to accept my fate an participate in my own supposed most non embarrassing way.
my participation on the internet is minimal and discreet. under 300 followers on my main Instagram account which has one post and I never post on my story. my shit posting account has less than 20. I have no internet friends. no one will read this. and yet I consume. I consume everyone else. I am a cannibalistic voyageur. but because I know this blog is essentially just speaking to myself but in a obscene way cause I'm not whispering, it's just that I have found a space where no one cares to listen. this is from me to me for me because of me. hypocritical and self fulfilling at the same time. I also have bad memory (a side affect of my unhealthy digital diet) so this is from past ken to future ken. who obviously since you're reading this we are two different people because you are surprised at the words being read as they are somehow new and unfamiliar and yet we are the same person. lol.
I also don't like social media as it truly does feel like a dystopian religious affair. be honest, BeReal™, cancel culture, moral policing. show who you love, let me see what you got for Christmas, tell me about the time you had sex and cried because you came so hard and someone in the comments will tell me Jesus loves me. I can see people shoot themselves and can see wars are happening but then I swipe past them and watch 7 Korean men dance on stage singing a song about a love affair that ended in pain and because I can't understand, I just dance along to the future bass melody. I'm like what are we doing??? like what am I doing??? what's the point ???
I feel like a god seeing everything and not knowing what to do. the joy and the pain, coexist in too close a space in time because of tiktok and short films and songs under 2 minutes that have been sped up and reverbed and yea wtfed??? I know everything and yet my mind is completely devoid of anything. my phone a place of privacy from my real life, opens up an exposé about other people's so called real life.
why do I care? why do I love it and hate it and it makes me broke (trying to keep up with stupid microtrends that i can never seem to embody properly) and teaching me how to make money (thank you white investerbro) and connecting me to others while separating me wheter is through race class or gender. it's too many things at once.
who was I before this place? and would it be okay to leave? can I kill myself online? digital death and social suicide mmhh how painless would that end be? could I actually survive (I'm too scared to find out) okay after all that it's funny cause I'm posting this and going to keep scrolling. I am insufferable. I am not god, I am a slave.
This World Of My Own
I want to write,
I have a desire to create.
Express myself,
In that of a way.
With twisting words and lyrical rhyme.
This world I stride through is nothing but mine.
Such possibilities.
Are as endless as time.
Inspiration is found,
By whimsical thinking.
Then applied and used,
For the process of tinkering.
Which contributes to this world of my own.
Through determination and worthless pride,
Progress is shown.
Sticks and stones
Aren’t the breakers of bones.
More so,
Failure and lost.
The realization of costs.
Is what breaks you.
Very much so,
What once was broken,
Is healed.
Broken things aren’t absolutely shattered.
In fact,
Strength is shown more here than ever.
Where one has fallen,
Is where one will rise.
There’s contradicting promises,
In this mystery of life.
Victory isn’t really yours nor felt,
Unless you’ve lost at a time.
Now tell me,
This isn’t right?
- (d.n.k)
Um so guys
My best-friend’s friend is the daughter of Jon Anderson from Yes. And- my best-friend just sent me this picture of her friend with not only her dad but Jerry Seinfeld as well
how come every time i see you, my heart skips a beat?
Ahh i don’t know why i am being like this again. I should have controlled myself and didn’t let this happen. Now, i’m stuck AGAIN! and to be honest, i don’t want to feel hurt again because of a fucking one-sided love.
Have I told you how easily you can make my day complete? And when i’m having troubles, hearing just your name, makes everything seems okay… Lucky bastard!
I think I’m falling for the wrong person again. I’d be lucky if you’ll know of my existence. I don’t want to expect anything coz i’ve been there.
Just please let me keep this happiness and giddiness i feel whenever i see you… Allow me to make you as my inspiration while I go through this hardship…
I will not ask for your love; your friendship is enough for me :)
Huh, tumblr is weird as F U C K
Congrats on finding all three of my blogs lol
Deadass? Like- Dead-fucking-ass? Are you serious? What's the other two?
Omg y’all it’s this account’s one year anniversary on Tumblr - talk about going full circle lol