:: Return ::
And.... well yeah i'm back from the jungle.... strangely enough, that jungle that i loved so very much. Apart from the physicalities and consequences of field discipline ; you wouldn't know shit about life until you learn to savour a warm self-made meal over a self-made fire (note: by 'self-made' i don't mean a fucking group of 5 contributing to one fire. I mean one solitary being, responsible for whatever.) after a whole fucking day of storm-ish rain and an entire night of waking up shivering and panicking to look for something to keep warm with.
You won't know how to appreciate beauty until you sit under the stars in a vast clearing of nothingness and look out to the horizon to see fireworks blooming out from the horizon of civilization.
...you won't know life until you'ved lived as such - alone.
I got some snaps too. I'll put em up after they're developed.
Pretty disappointing weekend... it sucks to always look forward to it to find that, in the end, it's all cheap and scattered too easily to the wind.
I'm not your fucking whore. I'm not your favourite comfort pillow you cuddle and chew on when you find that noone else is around. I'm not your fucking plaything, and i'm sick of being treated as such.
I don't need you anymore.
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spoken. at 2:21 AM
And.... well yeah i'm back from the jungle.... strangely enough, that jungle that i loved so very much. Apart from the physicalities and consequences of field discipline ; you wouldn't know shit about life until you learn to savour a warm self-made meal over a self-made fire (note: by 'self-made' i don't mean a fucking group of 5 contributing to one fire. I mean one solitary being, responsible for whatever.) after a whole fucking day of storm-ish rain and an entire night of waking up shivering and panicking to look for something to keep warm with.
You won't know how to appreciate beauty until you sit under the stars in a vast clearing of nothingness and look out to the horizon to see fireworks blooming out from the horizon of civilization.
...you won't know life until you'ved lived as such - alone.
I got some snaps too. I'll put em up after they're developed.
Pretty disappointing weekend... it sucks to always look forward to it to find that, in the end, it's all cheap and scattered too easily to the wind.
I'm not your fucking whore. I'm not your favourite comfort pillow you cuddle and chew on when you find that noone else is around. I'm not your fucking plaything, and i'm sick of being treated as such.
I don't need you anymore.
_
spoken. at 2:21 AM
