If you’re not losing friends then you’re not growing up.
I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.
|things we hated as children:||being spanked and naps|
|things we love as adults:||being spanked and naps|
Nothing is more fucking annoying than when someone isn’t fucking supportive.
Do something now that will make the person you’ll be tomorrow proud to have been the person you are today.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
Roam if you must, but come home when you’ve seen enough.
If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
i just wanna hug all the little brown chubby girls n boys and tell em that they’re beautiful and valuable and perfect
I find it funny how people refuse to acknowledge mental illness until they need an excuse to protect a white man
When god became lonely
he created man,
Or was it
When man became lonely
he created god.