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#me when being asked for advice
Because you feel like home to me. That’s why I love you.
(via heroinkilldtheradiostar)
I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
Dan Howell (via bl-ossomed)
Never. I'll never be good enough. I'm an embarrassment, maybe .. yeah maybe .. all the other little "homies" get spaces in your cases .. I'm no one .. never will be .. no one .. not the one .. not good .. . enough ... .. Oh, you don't want anyone up in your business, huh?? Funny how that's ok when the "homies" are in the pics .. with their neck all stuck up yours .. funny .. . .. tickle my tail bone ... funny honey .. .it's soooo funny hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhHhahahahahshshshshshsbshhjakaldmfidnnxjs
I'm headed nowhere and I am no one. Not one you want to know. Pathetic little journey through life.. to the light .. wrong. .. I picked the wrong one .. it was the right fork .. or the maybe the lopsided middle .. I was suppose to take .. stick a fork in it .. my life ... is ... undone ???
A leader and my inspiration #mcm #mce #oneyearlater❤️
Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries, took the bus home, carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment and cooked myself dinner. You and I may have different definitions of a good day. This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill, worked 60 hours between my two jobs, only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks and slept like a rock. Flossed in the morning, locked my door, and remembered to buy eggs. My mother is proud of me. It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course. She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale” with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs” But she is proud. See, she remembers what came before this. The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles, how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks. She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide. These were the bad days. My life was a gift that I wanted to return. My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs. Depression, is a good lover. So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you. And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world, That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting. It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created. Today, I slept in until 10, cleaned every dish I own, fought with the bank, took care of paperwork. You and I might have different definitions of adulthood. I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college, but I don’t speak for others anymore, and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for. And my mother is proud of me. I burned down a house of depression, I painted over murals of greyscale, and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live But today, I want to live. I didn’t salivate over sharp knives, or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge. I just cleaned my bathroom, did the laundry, called my brother. Told him, “it was a good day.”
Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)
The Daily Show, October 5, 2015
I still remember how I came to know about Kal’s music. I was on my computer, going through Ed Sheeran’s videos on YouTube. It’s my favourite thing to do when I’m sad, because his tour diaries always cheer me up. And then I watched ‘The A Team’ video for the Bajillionth (Is this even a word?) time. I wondered who the actress was, so I went to google. Selina MacDonald. I ran a search for her and found her twitter page. Found out she’d done a video for Kal’s Gypsy blood. And since then, I got hooked to her music. You can check it out here: http://soundcloud.com/kallavelle I hope you like her as much as I do and help her fund her next EP! And the best thing is that you get rewards. (Check them out in the link) I wish I could help too, but I don’t work yet. And I’ve got no debit card. AND MY PARENTS WON’T LET ME USE THEIRS. #16YearOldIndianKidProblems But I’d be really happy if you could help. Okay? Okay. Love you all. xoxo
growing attached to people but not wanting to be that clingy friend
I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
Dan Howell (via bl-ossomed)
I miss you so much, my beautiful #mcm and I wish I were with you.. wherever you are, whatever you're doing.. I wish so much that I could be with you. You are the best friend I've ever had and the love of my life. I wish I could relive our first 4 weeks together and I wish it never ended. You will always have my heart and I will always love you.
New friends and best friends are the best kinds of friends 😁❤️ (at 14th Street – Union Square (New York City Subway))
The saddest people try their best to make people happy. They know what it’s like to feel worthless, they don’t want anyone else to feel that.
wnq-writers (via bobbycaputo)