Quick rundown is this: My girlfriend is out of town, and 4th of July is kind of our thing, so it's got me down and I don't have anything to do today/night. I'm 18, so no bars, and I don't really just want to go to a local firework show by myself.
How do I beat this mood? Where could I go or what can I do?
"He felt it. The thing he always felt at this recurring point in his life. Not only did he feel it, but he saw it. In his rearview mirror. Not only then and there but later somewhere else. Out the window, he saw it. In the bathroom mirror, looking back at him with eyes which no longer looked the same. He wasn’t sure how he saw it, but he did. Driving away from something that didn’t matter, and towards something that mattered even less, he saw it. Behind him, the sunset, melting into the earth, and producing colors that no man has ever put a name to. He saw that, too, in his side mirrors, but that’s not the thing he could see. No, it’s not at all the thing he could see, feel, smell, taste, and almost touch but not quite. The thing he felt deep within, not only his chest, but his heart, was escape. The thing he craved and his soul frothed at the mouth for was something which will be put simply in one word but cannot truly be summed up by a thousand, escape. He wanted to turn around, but not to go back to where he was, because that was even worse than where he was going. He wanted and craved and frothed and pleaded with himself to get out. Out of this town, out of this state, this country, this world, this skin and bones, and into something real. What did that mean, nobody knows, surely not him, but it needed to happen. If could not get out, he would surely die. Not a physical death, but that of the spirit. The death of humanity. The death of self. He felt the lump in his throat and the knots in his chest, ready to burst from his flesh, but did nothing. For he knew that running away would do nothing, and that no drug or experience would fix this feeling. Because more than to run away, he wanted out."
I really appreciate any and all criticism and advice! I don't know if my language/imagery is vivid enough, or even too vivid. I also was wondering if I use repetition too much, as well as if I kept writing would it feel like it's dragging on?
Ideas/crits outside of that are also welcomed, though!
So, I've always wanted to try a Mohawk, but my hair is a little past my shoulders and the one time I tried, I couldn't get my hair to stay up. (I was using gorilla snot brand). The sides of my hair isn't cut off, so i know it'd be a fo-hawk, but i still would love to try.
Q: how (if it's possible) can i get my long hair to stay firm and straight? How do I structure it? Sorry if these are obvious questions, I'm just a newbie.
I want to take my girlfriend on a date tomorrow, but I'm not sure where to go. I'm not feeling dinner, and we're both 18 so neither of us drink. It'd be at about 6 PM till who knows when. Any and all ideas are appreciated! Even something as simple as a good spot for a picnic or the best view. But events are also welcome. Thanks!
At the beginning of this year i read All Quiet On The Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque, and I've been trying to find something that hits the same spot. It wasn’t necessarily the setting of war or the time period, but the emotions and thoughts it provoked in me. It made me think deeper about the purpose of war and how much we should trust those in power. It also made me think about the value of life or individual persons.
I don't know exactly what I'm looking for, so I apologize.
But for lack of a better term, the "vibes" were just right with that book.
Thanks for the help!!🫶