Hakuna Matata It Means No worries.
Meet Me At The Gates. Blessthefall.
Breathe in softly, take my hand We’re saying goodbye but this is not the end Your body’s sinking, oh my soul I’ll see you on the other side when it is my turn The sky will open up I’ve waited long to feel your touch (feel your touch) So meet me at the gates And wash these tears away (away…) Wash these tears away On this morning the music ends I’m down on my...
It’s been quite awhile since I’ve been one here again. A lot has changed since my last post. I’m single and living life, and reconnecting with some of my favorite people. Life seems to have taken a turn for the better at this point. We’ll see if this continues. -Hakuna Matata Erik
This sucks, why do I feel like I bother her when I text her. I feel like I’m smothering her, but I don’t mean to be. I just love to talk to her, to know she’s right there, that I have her listening. Yet recently I can’t shake the feeling that I’m bothering her. This sucks. Somebody tell me that I’m just acting stupid.
I’m sorry I haven’t been on recently Tumblr. I’ve been neglecting our relationship. =( Anyway, this semester has started off pretty well. I have a girlfriend now, and she makes me incredibly happy =). I’ve reconnected with some friends, which also makes me happy. I’ve made new friends here in College Park, and spent time with the friends I’ve already made. One...
Lemme just say, it’s nights like last night, that that I truly live for. Not necessarily partying like a fool, getting belligerent wasted and playing pong. Nope. I love sitting around a table with an ice cold beer (and some Disaronno) and just talking. Laughing. Spending time with people I care about. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. It was well worth the 4 hours of...
First of all, this isn’t a sappy ode to a love lost. Let’s get that out of the way. This about love for something else. A way of life. What I dream about. A sport. Not being a star, just playing. It’s crazy actually, loving something that regularly kicks my ass. I’m always sore. I walk off the field with scrapes, bruises and sores every night. I have a recurring shoulder...
Possibly the greatest site on the internet. →
Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I’m not perfect and I...– Bob Marley
A short introduction
To be honest, I had no interest in blogging before a couple days ago, but now I see, it’s kinda fun. Anyway, my names Erik. I’m a freshman at the University of Maryland, College Park. I absolutely hate anybody that wants to hate on my school, cus chances are, I got into yours too. I chose Maryland because it is my dream school. I’m 18 years old, from boring Glen Burnie. I...