It Gets Better: Dispelling Common Myths on... →
asexual-walks-of-life: 1. Asexuality is just another word for celibacy. This is not the case. Celibacy is practiced by a person who generally does feel sexual attraction to others but refrains from sexual activity (often for religious or moral reasons but not always.) Asexuals are people…
when you wake up plenty early… but you miss breakfast because you’re a lazy hoe. FUCK.
You know that band. →
itsallpropagandabullshit: iamtheangelwiththescabbedwings: southpawbandit: lifeonthewayscene: one21guns: The one with the guitar god who doesn’t seem to get enough recognition most the time? The one with the amazing bass player with the awkward knees and a good heart? The one with the rhythm guitarist whose laughter lights up a room? The one with the lead vocalist who puts...
if only you knew how happy you make me… i know you’ll read this some day and probably laugh at how ridiculous i am and say something like, “oh, you.” and i’ll just look back at you and say, “i know. i’m too much.” and you’ll say, “we’re too much.” “we are succeed,” i’ll reply. and then we’ll...
Counting the Number of Fucks. (College Dropout...
so i’m not dropping out but i would like the chance to go away for a while and just be. the grass sure does look green over there, but will i grow tired of that shade of green and end up missing what i had before? college is a great place to be. sure, everything is terrible. sure, i actually don’t like a lot of people. sure, i couldn’t care too much about these classes. but...
the college dropout album.
all the thoughts that are swimming in my head… the memories the anxieties the anger the pain the happines the logic the hurt…. it’s all going in there. write it out, man.
if this bitch flushes one more time before i’m finished… i’m going to shit on the floor instead.
how getting what you want directly translates into victory. i’m the happiest man alive. i’m sure of it.
you know what makes me happy?
singing. singing makes me happy. choir makes me happy. so basically… all i have to do is do that for the rest of my everything and i’ll be fine. so what does that mean for this semester? lets take a look at this photo. consider my semester the target:
there's nothing worse...
…than looking in the mirror… then smiling… realize you can fake happiness. and then realizing that your eyes, finding the deadness inside, give it all away. maybe i should invest in some color contacts…
and just like that...
it’s all different.
i’ve finally realized that the reason i feel the way i do about him…. it’s all because i’m in love with him. truly. madly. deeply. strongly. unconditionally. irrevocably. forever-ly. like, no matter what happens in my life… no matter how my day goes… no matter what bullshit i have to deal with… thinking about him makes me happy. and yet i can cry just...
what i really want
is to grab your chin with my thumb and forefinger… pull you in close… look you deep in the eyes… and say: “i am going to kiss you right now. and you are never going to forget this.” and if we hadn’t been watching mysterious skin… it probably would’ve happened. next time, boy. watch out. i’m dangerous.
rolling joints and listening to janelle monae...
this is what a good evening looks like. :D
happy thursday night.