My legs look like a horror movie with all these bruises.
This is what happens when you get into a boxing fight with your bike.
So. Good.
hello, sex drive
Well hot damn Patrick.
Ugh.
Forever missing them.
(Source: dust-bowl-lap-dance)
I’d like to start by saying, I’ve bitten my fair share of sarcasm.
There’s nothing you need to know about me, that isn’t plain and simple.
We’re all mimicked copies of eachother, pretending we’re someone new.
We coat our skins with cotton and polyester colors, pretending it will make us stick out, or be this thing we call “unique”. When the truth is, we’re just fading into the background of every cardboard scene. We’re all colorful paintings, and theres a few of us who we’re stuck with the leftover watercolor scraps. Dripping slowly from the rain and tear’s we’ve coated on our sacred bodies for years. These are the people who are truly themselves, the ones who aren’t afraid to shed this pretend world, to show their true selves. To let the color fade out, to create their own canvas. The world where you step out of the squares, and into the atomosphere. We’re all creatures that were never meant to be alone, so will we all find the one we were meant to be with? Questions that vary through my thoughts intrigue my mind to stretch forth. If we were truly created to find our equal halfs, why does god’s book strike us down if our other half be the same gender as our own? It was his choice, we are all just figurines, puppets, actors, in this manuscript that’s already been written out years before you even took your first breath of air as an infant. Our timelines are laid out infront of us, we’re just to narrow-minded to see the stretched line pulling our bodies along. You don’t get to choose what you want to be, you get what the fish bowl claimed you to be from birth. Now, unless your ready to yank out that big pair of scissors and cut the string, live on the whim of what never was, than you are just a colored painting.
I am amongst the sheep in a heard of desire, there’s many of you out there just like me. Failing to see what was already written out for them, begging to change their destiny’s, making ammends with the times. We work our fingers to the bone, figuritively speaking, because what have you actually done today that’s worked towards your life goal? If you’re sitting here reading this, you’re wasting precious time of your life that could be spent calculating the expenses you’ve spent on smiles. Wake up, smile at a stranger, give your money to someone in need, share your jacket with a loved one. Open your eyes and take in this world around you, you never know when you could blink, and everything could change.
I’ve lived a mediocre life, with concrete to my teeth. I’ve been heartbroken, I’ve broken hearts, I’ve made promises that were broken in mere minutes, I’ve lied, I’ve cheated, I’ve stolen, I’ve cursed, I’ve hated, and I’ve bled, but most importantly I’ve loved, and I’ve been loved back. The secret key to life, live it.
UGH. This fucking song.
