visual-poetry:

“the daily dot” published an interview with me: http://www.dailydot.com/culture/morning-gif-anatol-knotek-just-time-interview/

thedailydot:

The Morning GIF: Anatol Knotek’s “Just in Time”

Actions speak louder than words, and words in action louder still. Austrian Anatol Knotek describes himself as a visual poet and artist, and in his work he gives the normally static the power of movement. The result is both humorously literal and engagingly vital.

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I’m giving up on makeup. It isn’t lasting even a few hours with how I’ve been lately. 

Being Happy

The funny thing about depression is that when you’re sad, you’re really sad. But when you’re happy, you are infinite. 

The best advise I ever got was to try and hold onto that feeling of happiness so the next time you’re sad you can try to remember it. 

I think of that night in the car with Sam, Molly, and Roni. After a concert, I want to say it was Boys Like Girls. The music was really loud, the windows were rolled down, it was a perfect summer night. 

I think about the night before we drove to California for New Years when I was climbing into bed and my boyfriend wrapped his arms around me and sighed “I love you baby.” into my ear. The entire world stopped for a minute as he realized what he said and I tried to stop my heart from beating a bruise onto my chest. 

I think about my first kiss, at the food court in the Redrock casino and how I held hands with Roni and giggled as we walked away. 

I think about the first time Bryce and I said “I love you” to each other, and realized that we were best friends, brother and sister, my definition of soul mates, and the one person in the world we could tell anything and everything. 

I think about when I met Panic! and stood there and cried because I had just met the objects of my obsession. 

I think about one day in middle school when I was unhappy and I passed Roni in the courtyard area, the one with the lockers for 8th graders around the edge, and I grabbed her and hugged her and held on for a few minutes and she didn’t even ask questions. 

I think of dueling on the beach, painting my face like Ryan Ross, staying up all night to watch youtube videos and read fanfics, playing card games after school, painting Naweed’s nails, walking down the street to the park. 

I think of the cabin, of Grammy and Papa’s house, of fourth of July, of Oreos from Great Papa, of Charlie Eagle Plumes, of Estes Park, of Christmases and Easters and Halloweens. 

I think of the Ren Faire and my count down every year since I was nine. 

I think of Frodo and Sam. 

I think of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. 

I’m lucky. I’m so lucky. 

My screwed up brain.

It’s sad but I always feel like I am the Paris or Rosaline in my own love story. I’ve always thought that they are the poor characters that are overlooked because the readers are so focused on Romeo and Juliet being together. What if Rosaline really did love Romeo or if Paris loved Juliet? What if they were great caring, sweet, and amazing people? We hold a slight dislike for them because they are getting in the way of the two people we think should be together. For some reason I always feel like I am one of the minor characters that the viewers of life hold in discontent because I am getting in the way of who ever should be together. It’s a bit crazy, I know I have issues but every once in a while that’s how I feel. It has nothing to do with anyone else really. We only except the love we think we deserve (Guess the book!) and I never feel like I deserve very much so when I get it I almost feel guilty, like I am misleading whoever loves me. The funny thing is that I only get worried about this when I am alone, which makes it a lot more difficult to get over it. 

Anyways, Jamie is out of the shower and I am borrowing her computer so I should end this and give it back. 

On another note I have the Xebric alphabet and I am going to learn how to write in it. I just have to memorize the letters and then bug someone for the phonetics. I have lots of time on my hands because my computer has no power source, so no wasting time on Facebook, Tumblr, or Hulu. 

Goodnight. 

This is so chessey but just too cute to not reblog. 

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I feel like I do these anyways, randomly. Hahha

tthisshitt:

raechelmarlene:

transcendingdimension:

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on

Dear girlfriend 

Dear boyfriend 

Please?

PLEASE SOME ONE

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scorpio Hahah

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Hmmmm

Hey Y’all,

Long time no see. I don’t actually remember the last time I wrote on here. It’s probably been a month or so? 

I don’t want to be all depressing and complainy on here but it’s pretty much why I got back on. I don’t know why anyone bothers following me. 

I finish my finals in a week and then I can finish packing and I’m out of here, which is good because I am done with living here. At the same time though I haven’t been the happiest when I’m home either, it’s better than being here but I’m getting tired of dealing with things and waiting and monitoring myself. Honestly I’ve no room to complain, I got myself into all this shit. I just can’t wait to be around real friends again like Sarah and Heathen. Oh and can I say that Heathen is way too good at reading body language, he was able to pinpoint when I was upset or frustrated because of the way I had my head and shoulders, it was disconcerting. Then there is Anchor who I just love so much! He is so similar to me, sometimes I just want to hide in his room with him. Actually I just fell in love with almost everyone at faire, almost is a key word though because there are still one or two people who I just want to kill. The people I already loved I just ended up loving more. I’m excited for Vegas Faire, more people, more guilds, more vendors, and fight for the bone plus war with Kindred. Also I will have an easier time setting up my tent and I know to bring more blankets, body heat wasn’t enough. I’ll also have a carpet for the bottom and a trunk to keep all my shit in. By the time Vegas rolls around we will also have a house which will be nice. 

I get more pills tomorrow so hopefully by the end of this week I won’t be crying at everything anymore because it’s getting a little ridiculous and I don’t want to move home and scare Ryan by crying over something dumb. 

I still have fades stripes on my arms, it makes me happy. 

I don’t really have anything else I want to share. 

June I’ll be able to go to first Friday and talky trees again! 

Okay, I’m done for now. 

Goodnight. 

elliotisbomb:

WHAT?

That is the most sad and disturbing thing I have ever seen. 

Untitled

I hate having those days when you look in the mirror and can’t find a single thing you like about yourself. Maybe thats what I like about tattoos, I use them to make myself feel better because they at least are beautiful and are beautiful every single day. I’m horribly lonely, even when I’m sitting in the living room with my roommates or at a party with my “friends”. I finished the 5th harry potter book in two and a half days and I’m half way through the 6th one already. I’ve taken to sitting in the cafeteria for an hour or two, by myself, reading. I feel so dumb sitting here complaining like I use to in middle school but I don’t thjnk I’ve been this down since middle school. I just want to go home. It’s 44 days until the end of classes, that is all I have to make it through. I just wish I had someone to talk to consistantly, someone I actually want to talk to. Ehh, I can already tell the insomnia is back so I’m going to read some more. Night.

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dielonwithagirlfriend:

my favorite thing. 

So much love. 

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Good God lets hope it never gets that bad. 

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