I got some cool wheels at Lowe's for my 80s theme room bedside table project. Now I'm looking for pellet containers for the smaller crate ☢️. The big crate is getting some 'Wyld Stallyons' and #BttF 'Pinheads' band stickers
|| My quietness has often been labeled as shyness, insecurity, and the idea that I’m mean (my sissy’s favorite). I’ve seldom argued with how my reticence was perceived because I believed my life would eventually speak for itself. I was to the point where I was laying in bed and literally waiting for life to come get me. And a short amount of time in darkness taught me a unyielding lesson: life won’t do for you what you’re not willing to do for yourself. •
Being my mothers child, being given all that she was given, means a colossal of innumerable colors, laughter, words, harmonies, tears, ideas, rhythms, fears, paintings, songs, and love have grown in me from the moment I opened my eyes. I was fearful that the load that God gave my mother to give me was too heavy. So, I started to crumble and endlessly scrolling through social media, settle and “do my job”, and crumble and sleep all day, settle more and feed into emptiness, a so on. •
At 2:30 yesterday morning, when I awoke from my restlessness, this playlist was born. Now, theres no map to the key of life in these songs or how they’re blended together. But the strike of the snare in D’Angelo’s “Back to the Future” (and the comparable snare in all the songs in BTTF) sounded like a voice I needed to use to build up what I been letting crumble. This playlist is the first step towards something that scares the hell out of me. But on the other side of this fear lies colossal of innumerable colors, laughter, words, harmonies, tears, ideas, rhythms, fears, paintings, songs, and love. •
Enjoy my this playlist and all that’s coming. Hopefully somewhere there you’ll hear me finally speaking for myself.