You can call it anything
Call it God The Universe The Source The Self Me You Call it a fucking flower. What matters is this: It is everything. And it sees through all things. It is birthless, deathless, fearless and desireless. It is the creator, sustainer and destroyer of all reality. It is the dreamer and the dream. Most importantly It is you.
I’m sorry I call you in the middle of the night because I can’t control my fucking emotions.
I wish I could tell you I'm sorry, but every time...
It’s hard to know what to do. My imagination is heart-wrenching. I create these new memories, just to see you. It’s divine, and it’s sweet. You’re right there next to me. You see my passion and my love. My weakness and my pain. You see me. You see you. It’s as real as it will ever get, but it’s so real. It’s torture. I can’t forget, because I...
It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.– Emily Haines (via michellemartinezz) Can I get a woop for this being completely applicable to my freakin’ life right now.
What do I want to talk about right now
Damn, I definitely need braces again. My bite is so off right now. Anyways, Christmas is not going to be anything this year. At all. Couldn’t even get a stand for the tree. Dear Uncle Brad, you are a worthless scum of the Earth piece of shit. Despite what you may think, you will not go to Heaven because you have no soul. I am very confused. My intuition and logical reasoning are...