tough truth tuesday’s: the worst part about growing up is finding out that the things you feared as a child are superficial and meaningless in comparison to all the things that you have never given a thought to. Protect yourself, mostly from what you do not know because the world will finely chew through you and spit out what is left, or the lack thereof, back into a world where no one wants to be the wiser because people have their own problems. those who emphasize will be there to lean on when the world gets to tough but they will not be able dig you out of the ditch, lift you on to your feet, and push you through. you will have to do it for yourself because the ones that sympathize really pity you, and wish that you would stop whining. pain is a part of life that we all go through just under different circumstances, different times, different places, and different situations. although you may not always see the light at the tunnel, you may want to try walking the dark because anything is better than being stationary.
Face of an angel,
Body of goddess,
eyes that can pierce a soul,
Lips made out of clouds,
No care in the world,
You are a beautifully wrapped piece of shit
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
"How do you like living alone, Henry?" I ask myself.
"I’ve got a better question," I reply. "What if all my hoodies sat at the dining room table like they were friends?"
are they drinking detergent