We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that...– Chuck Palahniuk (via saddest-summer) Live: Just Live
Wait, Did I not just make An impact of any substantial magnitude On your soul But really, Nothing? I’ve come to know that an open Vessel let’s blood flow Without oxygen My face turns purple I take on no pigment I wade in lost hope I Wade Wait,
If I had a great big mansion I’d rather live in a shot gun shack with you If...– (via saydeecaroline)
Not thirty minutes ago I was was told by a friend here at the University that someone I had gone to high school with said that i’m “just really fake”. Not surprising; I nodded my head and told him that I got that quite a bit from peers back in high school. Along with the occasional “cocky douche bag who thinks he can rap”. Some people just flat out don’t like...
Rain day with nothing but life Wildered and wet, Bewildered and wet// softly sit and sip I sit and sip. untamed regret// Slowly as the morning closes while everything seems endlessly calm, I smell the roses. They’re dead// Winter sets on this day bitter; bites deep. And as I tip toe down This empty sidewalk, Cracks deep// Hop scotch. Lines crossed; I see you there// ...