Lackadaisical Cogitations

I was born with passion. With curiosity pumping through me. Craving any chance to question. To wonder. I grew up with possibility.
When I was a kid I would lay on the grass and ponder, “What if the blue I see in the sky is purple to someone else?”
Why would I waste all of that on saftey? Mere comfort. Stability. External acknowledgement.
I am me. Me is always changing, because everything is changing. Always until I am not and everything is not, but that’s another story. So why should I be one me for the rest of my life, when really I can be anything? Why take everything to a screeching halt and settle on one, repetitive life, when I can be different every day?
In the end, what matters is what YOU think matters. Not anyone else. Promise yourself that there will be no “I should haves” on the day you die. Love is you.
Play.
Do.

-KVV

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I love you because I’m positive that your eyes light up when you say my name, just as mine do when I say yours.
I see it in the people you’re closest to.
The way they welcomed me like they already knew who I was.
…
You’re it.

xoxo

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START POLICE REPORT: Basically I’m the prodigy kid in high school who is too mature and artistic for his age and doesn’t fit in, yada yada and the rest. However, what I’m about to tell you is the whole and absolute truth about how all of these sugar cubes ended up in the car I’m driving. So here it goes: Doug, or should I call him Mr. Waterbury? No that feels strange. Doug and I first shared each other’s presence… haha I don’t really talk like that. Jesus, wouldn’t that be pretentious. What were your names? It doesn’t matter. Back to Doug.

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“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” I believe this term to stand with the few truths of the universe. Each work possesses in it a vivid flashback into the creator’s soul; to catch that speck is to experience compassion for the work, for the creator, and for oneself. Art is a reflection of the viewer; the viewer’s outlook on life in general will in turn judge the “quality” of the piece. If the viewer loves and embraces him or herself unconditionally, their perception (toward life and everything in it) will in turn be love and compassion. The same goes for the opposite. 

-KVV

A piece of the intro page to my final portfolio.

Haters gon’ hate.

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love. live. grow. smile. laugh. dance. write.

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iamafreespirit. I love truly. I live simply. I do not get attached to anything that is impermanent. I am passionate and happy. <3

^shhhh, it’s the key to happiness!

Presence*

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The dove was speaking with the finch, the latter had been weeping and screeching to the former,

“Why is it so? I hate the color yellow! I wish, more than ever for my feathers to be blue.”

The finch was so busy flapping around in the blueberry bush that she had not noticed the dove warning her of the mountain lion approaching.

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=The Buddha.

Straight. Up.

#fuckyeahRugrats.

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1. Sonnet 21

 I’m not the type of poet who is going to use tacky, un-original lines like comparing a woman to a flower. Basically I’m not *cough cough* Petrarch. My poetry comes from deep within my heart and soul, the way I feel about this woman is portrayed in my writing and every word is passionately and carefully chosen. Petrarch writes about women who are shallow and dull, women who paint their faces with too much make-up. I write about women who are fascinating therefore worth writing about. Beat that!

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… I imagine myself stepping out, observing my actions, saying nothing.

until I really fuck up…

then I pick myself up and shake me,

just like an etch-a-sketch. I

clean the slate, and move on.

start over.

knowing now that the only thing I have is The Moment.

and Me.

-KVV

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I think I just hate sexual tension. Feeling like an object.

I am completely happy with myself, I don’t need a relationship or sex to make me happy. Nothing/no one can “make” me happy.

True happiness can only be obtained through genuinely loving yourself.

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…going to be recognized for my creativity some day.

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my fish is dead.

my best friend is sick of me.

I woke up at 4pm today.

I’m ridiculously behind in my schoolwork.

my house is a mess.

I still don’t know who I am…

and here’s the kicker:

I am out of weed.

giant vat of cookie dough, pillows, recliner, blankets, and endless Disney movies, here I come!

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…we’re doing this. Robyn and I are going to get recognized for our creation. My life is starting. The connections I have made throughout growing up, the experiences I have had… They were predetermined. Put there for  a reason. This is the reason. We are making a movie. I have never felt more sure of something in my life.

I have never felt this much warmth and energy for something before this moment.

peace, love, and joy.

muah.

-KVV

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