Nomadic Nonsense: T. Swift

Monday, May 9, 2011

T. Swift

You're beautiful, every little piece love.
Don't you know, you're really gonna be someone,
Ask anyone.
And when you find everything you looked for,
I hope your life leads you back to my door,
Oh, but if it don't,
Stay beautiful.

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What's My Deal?

Even after having this blog for a couple months, I'm still not sure what the purpose of it is. I have no goal, no aim, no topic. That's kind of what I was going for with the title Nomadic Nonsense. It's just a bunch of mumbled, unsorted thoughts that are wandering about in my brain, begging to be put to rest on a piece of paper.. Or a computer screen, it's all the same. I just have a lot of things I like to express, and everything from me sounds better in writing. I like the fact that I don't even know you. I have no idea of what would impress you or what you would like to hear, and so that can't influence how I write. It's not really for you, it's for me. Well, then again, it's totally for you.
I don't know what this blog will mean for you. Maybe nothing, maybe everything.
Things you should know:
1) You know that little ache in your heart, that little part that kind of whispers every once in a while about there being something missing? I know what it's asking for.
2) Me: Don't let anyone tell you you're worthless, because you're not.
You: But I...
Me: I don't care. That doesn't change anything I said.

Just thought maybe someone needed to hear that.

Cool.