I guess hoping for
companionship is kind of a lost cause.
Ugh. Guess I’m a bit down today.
I tweeted
about having a threesome. Deleted it. Now decided to Tumble it. #appropriate. #drunk. #lovelife.
(via drugsdrugs)
“ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
(via sinnumero)
Well this is unsettling.
I’m no longer depressed. It took me a while but I can say it confidently now. And I’m happy too, or rather content, and well I guess that’s the problem now. It’s either the highs are high and the lows are low or the highs and lows just fall together into a bland nothingness. No, high’s, no low’s, just living. I’m not saying I want to be depressed again, but it was nice to actually feel. To breathe life, to be fully aware of what it means to be alive, and how quickly that can change. Maybe I was never depressed, maybe I just got bored of feeling this way.
(via xerosis)
I’m watching Portugal. The Man backstage.
Alex still isn’t over me. It makes me sickly happy.
That is all.
(via absurdom)
“ My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.”
(via coello)
