there are three aspects of reality pain, uncertainty, constant work most days will pass by in a blur lost to routine such as work, school, surviving that our lives become a series of forgotten days where everything is being saved for later don’t become another victim of life be spontaneous, travel, find love, make art…

to live is to risk it all, otherwise you just an innert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting wherever the universe blows you don’t simply exist, that’s boring, you know, stir some shit up, fuck some shit up, fuck it right consistency is death imperfection is beauty madness is genius its better to be ridiculous…

everything means everything so nothing means anything sadly that’s the defining truth of our time just a world with blood filled meat suit folk life is all regrets make them count nana korobi, ya oki life is just a series of trade offs, everyone is a whore, we just sell different parts of ourselves life…

i’ve lived most of my life with ‘what if’ in the back of my mind, what if i talked to her? what if i quit? what if i ended it? then i graduated to ‘maybe’ maybe i’ll talk to her, maybe just stick around for the experience, maybe the ending it was a tad dramatic…

they say these are the golden years but i wish i could dissappear or at least find a way out of my head i’m always feeling anxious afraid to be alone it’s like the walls are caving in they keep telling me that it gets better but does it ever? i don’t want to be…

what a curse to be understanding but never understood sometimes a simple ‘are you okay?’ could save someone all am trying to do is have peace in my mind i don’t want to be a hashtag am tired of surviving i am okay not being okay i don’t have to be always strong being vulnerable…

we’re born astride the grave so get some love in your life whether that be another person or just loving your self love is life life is living you want a good life it’s not complicated tell the girl you love that you love her tell the truth to everyone whenever you can there is…

they say that youth is wasted on the young, but for me i think that life is wasted on the living y’all are so fake and such drama queens from the hour you’re born you begin to die birth is a curse, and existence is a prison when you know that you not coming out…

Just sitting here after smoking a blunt watching this beautiful film, waiting for someone to text or call me just to check on me, Thinking about how no one loves meDepressed and high laughing at this beautiful daddy daughter moment and wishing i had me a daughter to look at me like that Then it…

hi there, it’s been a while since i decided to write something, i was all caught up, trying to participate, but i still haven’t figured it out yet fortunately i missed the writing part of me, so i decided to drop something do you know that we start dying at the moment we are born??…