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Thesis budy #uniuniuni

Trophy Eyes // Melb #chemicalmiracle

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John Floreani | Trophy Eyes

| Fowlers Live, Adelaide | The Home is Australia Tour | 19/08/2017

onlybandlyrics

I’m so poetic when i’ve been drinking. I fucking hate myself but I’ve got no scars on my forearms I just can’t sleep until I’m fucking wasted.

Trophy Eyes // Home Is (via onlybandlyrics)

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Little Brother // Chloe

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yoogehn

If time fixes everything and you can adapt to any situation, then nothing really means anything. All you are is a phase in someone’s life, they’ll move on and build a life without you, you’ll cross their mind maybe once or twice every few years but they won’t call or try to find you. You’re only relevant to the people who find it convenient for you to be in their lives. You’re better off not getting close to anyone, you’re wasting your time on people who mean so much to you but don’t reciprocate. Take the optimistic approach and live by the stereotypical guidelines that lead you to believe that everything happens for a reason, but in reality things happen because they happen and it’s really starting to feel like there’s no meaning behind it other than to cause pain. Trust no one, you’re better off on your own.

oldkale

meaningless.

yoogehn

Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.

depresant

Maybe we’re all just looking for someone who cares enough to try. Someone who has never had the best memory, but remembers the little things about you. Someone who has always been a little shy, but opens up to you. Someone who has never been good at keeping a conversation going, but can’t shut up around you. Someone who hates driving on the highway, but spends hours on it to get to you. We’re not hoping to change them, no, we’re just hoping to matter enough to them.

i wish i mattered enough to you (via depresant)