no regrets.

jess irizarri. 16. brooklyn, new york.
musician, writer, stoner. cynic, critic, skeptic. rebellious, individual, and hungry.

~ Friday, April 1 ~

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“Holding my baby is the best drug in the world.” - Kurt Cobain.

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~ Wednesday, March 16 ~

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~ Thursday, February 17 ~

“ when you’re under the influence of drugs, your emotions, thoughts, and actions aren’t random. they aren’t a direct product of the substance. they are repressed beliefs and attitudes you hold all the time, regardless of your sobriety. in other words, drugs don’t make you feel- they let you feel.

— jess irizarri

~ Tuesday, February 8 ~

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doing this shit.

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~ Saturday, February 5 ~

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an unfamiliar tingle. a pulse of unnamed energy. a wave of unknown power. a storm of unstoppable drive.

a new day. a new era. a time to start again. the smallest embers sparked the greatest flame and annihilated the entire empire. but like a phoenix, from the ashes of its own demise, tempted by discouragement and pushed by an overwhelming desire for victory, it will rise again.

true will is invincible.

~ Thursday, February 3 ~

you would think you should know.

after all, they are your feelings. just like one should recognize happiness without any thought. but then you turn around and realize you aren’t looking at the big fucking picture and the big picture is fucking huge, so big that you can’t take it all in no matter how far you step back. and when you see all the colors and textures at once it gets too blurry and when you go up really close it’s too intricate for you to make any sense of the shit at all. the existence of mankind is forever suspended in a purgatory of baffled intelligence. we are too brilliant to ignore questions, and yet too naive to answer them.

I realized that no one knows. they’ve got it all fucked up. cause it isn’t just that tickle in your stomach or that flutter in your heart when the pulse gets off-rhythm cause your physical priorities get all mixed up. it doesn’t come and go by the hour and it can’t be stretched across an entire goddamn island. it isn’t proved by letting go and it isn’t glorified by desperation. and it’s only half-true that instinct is driving it all. it definitely exists. but it hasn’t been defined.

maybe love is just one of those words like “good” and “wrong” and “quantum physics” and you just can’t fucking explain it because it’s different wherever you stand. maybe love is always good and always wrong and always existing in 11 different dimensions and that’s just it. maybe when we search for answers and we can’t find them, the only real problem is our searching. maybe it’s just the fact that we conjecture and want to know so badly. we always want to know. but that’s just the way we’re wired, the way our reasoning process developed to best suit our survival. our search doesn’t have to uncover the mysteries to life and the universe to be successful. the search, as disappointing as it may be, is good enough. perhaps the cosmos didn’t come up with answers yet either. perhaps there are none.

and that’s okay.

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~ Wednesday, February 2 ~

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~ Sunday, January 30 ~

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~ Saturday, January 29 ~

“ it is better to suffer than to forget. it is better to cry than to never know. it is better to fail than to lack ambition. it is better to die than to have no experiences.

— jess irizarri.

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