The flight lasted 1 hour. First time as co-pilot, I was terrified.
The bus to the city took 5 more.
After a few glasses of wine & a huge burger I fell asleep at 1am.
It then took me 17 hours to come back to life.
& here I am, sleepless again.
(via observando)
criminalwisdom:
The Big Foist by Eric White
The world turns around me, within me.
& yet I sit.
Inside? Outside?
Same difference.
All this anger has finally began to turn into hate & it’s tearing me apart.
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ryley-stbatman:
misterkriminal:
the first one.
Yeah… all of them.
I’m so not a proper adult.
(via buttsexington)
forpets:
Decision time. Turn back and remain a puppy, or walk down that hallway back to a nice, dull, ordinary life? It seems so confusing, so messy out there, doesn’t it pet?
Every day I’m faced with the same.
(via casanovaserstereise)
Isn’t it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity.
There’s a name you keep repeating, you’ve got nothing better to do. You’re with someone who’ll hear you say it & just not mind.
— Elliot Smith, Alphabet Town.
sweetopium:
sevenpointed:
you tried all the doors
thank you lacy (2009) sevenpointed
this is definitely one of your best shots
Looking for answers in all the wrong places.
(via todf)