Mind garden.

Hi, what's up everybody?

My name is Peter Lara. I'm 23 years old, live at home with my parents. I spend all day writing music for stereotypical people who will never hear or appreciate it. I've never worked an 'actual job'. I've only ever had sex with 5 women, because I don't have self-confidence and I also find sex to be much more rewarding when its with someone you care for. I have an average sized dick. I feel unsafe, much like every one of you. But I've grown up a lot in the past few years and I just don't care anymore. I love music, I love creativity. I will never be a millionaire. I'll be broke my whole life but I will stay true to myself and only do the things I love. I'm a super emotion guy and I get attached quite easily. I've felt uncomfortable in my own skin for too long.

You're probably wondering why I'm saying all these things and to be completely honest I don't really know why. I believe the root of all happiness and love starts with HONESTY. Until you're fully comfortable with yourself you will never be comfortable with someone else. And you have to be honest with both yourself, and said surroundings. Whatever.

I see so many people commenting on media platforms and real life about other peoples faults, and other useless jargon, trying to cram their opinions down your mouth, making you feel bad if you believe in something. DON'T. It's who you are and who you are is the most special and important thing in the world. Don't change for ANYONE. But be respectful of others. Your friends are the people who accept you for who you are and how you react. And if you don't have friends, its most likely because you're trying too hard to be someone else. So be honest with them and yourself. Tell them you love them.

If you're having a problem with your significant other, Tell them. work it out. Be honest, thats what a TRUE relationship is. Open. If you're having trouble with your life - not sure whether you're working for the right company or going to school for the right subject or reasons - tell yourself. Do things that you love and fuck the rest. Seriously FUCK the rest. Make a change if necessary. But not a change on yourself or personality, a change on your life to strategically place you down the right road.

I'm probably the weirdest dude I'LL ever meet, but I'm lucky enough to have friends that know, respect, accept and love me back. Be yourself.

If you're reading this and you're a real friend, I genuinely love and appreciate everything you've done for my life, or I've embraced the feeling of warmth from your heart to mine.

I've wanted to make a status like this for a long time but never had the courage to. Until I saw one friend post it. I found it super courageous of him to make a post completely exposing himself, disregarding what people thought of him. So I thought, "Why don't I do that?" And for that I say Thank You. Keep up the amazing work in whatever field you choose.

Have a great Thursday everyone!

And you caused it.

"And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.



And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,

'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.

Setting fire to our insides for fun,

To distract our hearts from ever missing them.

But I'm forever missing her."



 

Call me a safe bet I'm betting I'm not.

Unfaithfully yours.

Back to oblivion.

“When you are lonely, sit with it. Feel it move through your veins. Feel it mix with your breath. There is only one way out of this and that is through. Feel how strong you are to be able to live with such quiet around you and such roars within you. Listen to your heart, how it beats like the thin hand of a clock. Ask it what it wants. Make lists of all the things you dream will fill this space one day. A clapboard house with coffee simmering on the stove. Homemade bread and a hand to hold.

When you are lonely, remind yourself how awful it feels to fill this time with anything other than what you truly yearn for. You could go to his bed- nothing would stop you, you could go right now- but you wouldn’t feel any less alone while lying next to someone when that someone doesn’t love you like you deserve. He doesn’t know about the knot in the bottom of your stomach and he’ll fall asleep before it loosens.

When you are lonely, cultivate it. Cradle it. These moments feel like background noise but they are anything but. You are learning your way around yourself. You are drawing a map you will consult for the rest of your life. Ask yourself the hard things. How do you like your eggs cooked? Do you want to have children? How do you feel about global warming?

When no one else is around, you can hear your own voice. Even if it is a gentle, quiet thing there are so many things you can learn from it. Take your time.

When you are lonely, light a candle that smells like home or maybe one that smells like pine trees you’ve never seen before. Kiss your forehead in the mirror and have a glass of wine. Write a poem. Or don’t.

When you are lonely, the universe is giving you space to be with yourself. Don’t waste it.”

The greatest story ever told.

Hubo un tiempo y un lugar todo lleno de errores, y una cara que estaba llena de mierda. Estaba frustrado y enojado. Yo estaba más que vivo. Un guardián entre el centeno.

Por fin sincera escribiste para ti misma que fuiste una mentirosa y que jugaste con los sentimientos de otras personas, me da pena leer esas cosas que no suenan a ti, pero de todas formas quien conoce hoy en día a las personas, si solo fingen delante de todo el mundo ser las personas que les gustaría ser. Me ha dado mucha pena leerte, me he sentido muy decepcionado y la verdad es que debería darme igual como te da igual cualquier cosa que pueda escribir yo, pero en fin.

Todas las personas mienten, todas las personas les gustaría ser otras personas, todos son unos "quiero ser" y no puedo. Feo es feo, la transformación es un sueño, así que ama lo que eres, no lo que te gustaría ser.

Soy un animal, soy un borracho, soy un hombre con una guitarra, estoy tratando de encontrar lugares para respirar ahora y si esto fuera un libro yo lo llamaría canción el capítulo final, y si lo pudieses leer acabarais riendo.

Tomate un relajante amante, o explotaras. Algún día dirás "Te amo" y sabrás que es mentira. Tu me dijiste que me amabas y hoy yo se que era mentira.