this entire “christianity” thing is bullshit. treat thy neighbor as thyself. huh. the last time i tried giving my neighbor a handjob he called the police
- annadelloruzzo said: Y R U SO HAWT?!
Maybe you should hang out with me and I’ll tell you :)
deeep brah. this almost ‘love’ feeling is pretty freaky. but i think you’ve hit the nail on the head. The transcendental point when you realize that you really care.
Exactly! I’ve never cared like this before, it’s such a strange and enlightening experience. Half of the time I want to jump out a window and the other half of the time I feel like throwing up
Being in a relationship is weird, man. Suddenly you start caring what the other person thinks of you, and what they’re doing with their day, and you find yourself kind of mad at the people who have ever hurt them. How could you ever treat this person so poorly? He’s the best guy I’ve ever known!
I don’t think I appreciate enough what freedoms being single gives you, but I’m so happy to start this new journey of feelings.
I had a really fucked up dream.
First, I accidentally removed my heart from my chest. It kept bleeding and beating and I didn’t know what to do with it, so I put it in a sink and ran water over it (dream logic is excellent). Then I pulled my brain out of my skull and put it in the sink with my heart. I was in my parents home and I kept yelling at my mom to tell me what to do. She didn’t believe me at first, not until I showed her a jar with my beating heart in it. Then we piled my entire family (there were like 20 people) into a van and we went to the hospital.
I need to get a real job so I can stop crying over expensive lingerie and start crying in expensive lingerie
“Sometimes you just get high and stuck, man”
Brandon you are terrible at making me feel better when I’m really upset.
Come over here and let me lay my head on your chest for a while.
alone with everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
and nobody finds the
but they keep
crawling in and out
the bone and the
for more than
there’s no chance
at all :
we are all trapped
by a singular
nobody ever finds
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
asks you if she’s pretty
your heart will drop like a wineglass
on the hardwood floor
part of you will want to say
of course you are, don’t ever question it
and the other part
the part that is clawing at
will want to grab her by her shoulders
look straight into the wells of
her eyes until they echo back to you
you do not have to be if you don’t want to
it is not your job
both with feel right
one will feel better
she will only understand the first
when she wants to cut her hair off
or wear her brother’s clothes
you will feel the words in your
mouth like marbles
you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to
it is not your job” —it is not your job | Caitlyn Siehl (via faintestglance)