I’ma suck four dicks if I want to.
Lol
(Source: super-eklectic1)
i was getting bored of this website… and then i saw this….
(Source: lezgoequestrian, via antonytattoopersonal)
Remember. Remember.
I know this. I can picture it and almost feel it, everything, all at once. And perhaps that’s the problem? I am overcome with so much anxiety for what’s to come that my brain (stupid thing…) cannot contain it, so instead of exuding good feelings and a sense of tranquility, it mushes it all up and rewires my happiness into something I can more easily express and contain…and that is melancholy and worry. So I feel incredibly lethargic and unmotivated. Like a corpse.
This is EXACTLY how I felt before I left to London. Which in a fucked up way, makes me feel…ok? Because once I got on that plane, an incredible rush came over me. A rush that lasted the entirety of my visit. I was so happy! So excited! Everything seemed fresh and vibrant. Food tasted better. People seemed more fascinating. The grim weather made me smile. And I still long for that sensation.
So, brain, don’t worry. Everything is going to be AMAZING. You know this, and what you’re doing to me right now is pretty annoying…hoarding all those good vibes, waiting for the right moment to explode. I understand.
(Source: lerefuge)
