I’ve gotten so good at dropping everything and pretending I’m asleep when my mom checks on me at 1am
(via handjob)
my life may be fucked but lots of people love getting fucked so how bad can it really be
(via handjob)
- me @ myself: get it together.....
- also me @ myself: ur literally going through a lot rn? cut yourself some slack?
- also also me @ myself: ...anyway....i hate my entire self
- me: *looks out the window*
- me: when will my online purchases arrive
"Temporary
A scary word that can describe almost everything in our lives.
Your fake friendships, your hope driven relationships, your stalemate job, your bottom of the pit feeling that you can only get out of with a mood swing with rope made out of unnecessary tears and failed dreams, but also your top of the world, sunset gazing sensations. Your 3 am I love you texts because your lover cannot sleep because they can’t stop thinking about you. The feeling of accomplishment because you only have one more obstacle to face besides yourself to reach your goal. The feeling of satisfaction after you finish putting your heart and soul into a piece of art, whether it’s a painting of a still life of a dark amber wood table set that beholds the simple beauty of a tea cup with a vase and crimson flowers, or a poem that you wrote because you’re starting to realize the insignificance of most things we do in our lives just so that we can move onto the next day without too heavy of a burden.
Everything is temporary and that’s a curse and a blessing."
A scary word that can describe almost everything in our lives.
Your fake friendships, your hope driven relationships, your stalemate job, your bottom of the pit feeling that you can only get out of with a mood swing with rope made out of unnecessary tears and failed dreams, but also your top of the world, sunset gazing sensations. Your 3 am I love you texts because your lover cannot sleep because they can’t stop thinking about you. The feeling of accomplishment because you only have one more obstacle to face besides yourself to reach your goal. The feeling of satisfaction after you finish putting your heart and soul into a piece of art, whether it’s a painting of a still life of a dark amber wood table set that beholds the simple beauty of a tea cup with a vase and crimson flowers, or a poem that you wrote because you’re starting to realize the insignificance of most things we do in our lives just so that we can move onto the next day without too heavy of a burden.
Everything is temporary and that’s a curse and a blessing."
