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Scribblings

Realist
Regionalist
imagist
Episcopalian

You wont understand, but you will comprehend. The only road to solitude is rejection of normalcy. Scribbling my thoughts is my vice. Writing my voice is my getaway. Poetry is prompted by self explanatory head-trips. Emotions thrown on a keyboard.

Think twice and you might miss your chance.

Don’t underestimate the power of music.

If you stay up and worry every night till 2, and scream when your mad, and everything reminds you. Don’t give up.

People say there are plenty of fish in the sea, which is true, but it’s hard to find one worth catching.

The meaning of life is love so if at any time I feel I have lost you I then no longer have a reason to live

It was my fault

Once again here we go back into this deep depression where she won’t talk to me. I would be fine if she would just call me and say fuck you I never wanna see you again. Or anything a text a letter get a friend to tell me but no. I get nothing which is why she does this. I think she does it just because she knows it tears me apart.

This is, without a doubt, the best moment in Spongebob Squarepants history.

(via pursuitofpages)

I’m just gonna take a minute to let it ride just gonna take a minute to let it breath

I have been thinking about why I have fallen in love with you. Maybe I figured it out. When I first noticed you I saw the same empty space I had been walking around with my whole life. The same deep sadness covered up with a beautiful smile. The same friendly disposition with a underlying fuck you I hate everyone in this entire room. The same yearning for something higher and stronger then me. But like me you have not filled that space. But why would we want too. It brought us together and will hold us forever. This emptiness has molded us and made us stronger then anyone else. The vacancy of acceptance has brought us too accept this life we were given. So as we walk farther and farther down this road we call life. I just wanted you too know I dont understand and never will and you will never understand me. So before I make myself look any more stupid I only have one question…. Would you walk with me? Together we will be the weirdos who no one really understands. Together, hopefully not forever, we can walk slowly and quietly threw this road we call life.

Trust Issues

If was computer savvy enough this would say read more.
My dad has been in jail since I was 10 that’s 8 years ago since I was able/aloud to see him. It never bothered me until I started to be treated like his time-bomb. It’s like everyone thinks I will end up just like him the moment I make mistakes. I guess I probably should of gone to a shrink. It might of helped. I’ve seen my dad hurt people and fucked up on drugs more then I want to remember. But he never hurt me and thank God I was their too protect my sister. But through everything he did too my mom and his girlfriends in front of me I still loved him and stood up for him. That’s the only part that makes me stay up. Not the abuse or stuff that should keep me up but the fact that its been 8 years and I haven’t heard a word from him. Not a letter not a call. Nothing. I have a half sister. She talks to me Facebook and asks for my advice about him. All I want to say is fuck off but I don’t. And now I’m about to graduate. I’m so ready to be away from my family. Have you ever been in a place where you felt like you were being watched and judged constantly. That’s how I feel whenever I’m with my mom. If I had one wish it would be too leave and never come back to this house.

Jeff Tweedy

—Simple Twist of Fate

Jeff Tweedy - Simple Twist of Fate

Fuck

Once again I’m in love with her. It feels real for the first time.

Stuff that makes you think about how lucky you are <

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.

—Haruki Murakami (via adderalldust)

(Source: larmoyante, via hopehandwritten)