My feet are always heavy as I head towards the door.
I thought we’d leave this for ourselves a hundred times before.
But I guess we’re always leaving even when we look the same.
At it eases me somehow to know that even this will change.
If you’ve still got some light in you then go before its gone.
Burn your fire for no witness its the only way its done.
the thing about the ultimate cosmic meaninglessness of man is that you can either wallow in your insignificance and the attendant pain that brings in a culture so obsessed with fame and being important,
or you can fall in love with literally everything and everyone in a dozen small ways because everything still exists despite the statistical unlikelihood of it all and that’s a goddamn miracle
(Source: lecapunk, via wakeupboo-deactivated20131201)
Ugh. I just looked in my archive of posts I made in 2009 and I was ever so blatant about my “post private Christian school” drug use. I thought i was so cool and experimental. What an actual piece of shit I was.