(Source: thefatboylarry, via secondplace)
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I finally came up with a conclusion that the people around me are in a pursuit for an unattainable perfection and it’s breeding in their pulse. The wanting of things we can never have has always been the root of cause. People try and it seems that their glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel will never die for as long the thought of possibility is there. It is there in all of us; an innate characteristic of being human.
Trick Game
Life is like a blown up scale of Halloween. We’re wearing masks we call faces. What if the same person I had a meaningful conversation come to me in a different face. Would it still be the same? Would my interest towards his words and ideas change?
“I’ve been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an entire day
But if I wake
at 6:59 am
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
with mine
I will have done enough
and killed no one
in the process.”
― Shane Koyczan
Yin Yang
There is nothing perfect. Nothing wholly good nor wholly bad. We are like cake batter of a marble cake. Patches of happy overlap patches of dark and unpleasant experiences. Why can’t I be a slice of cheesecake?
The Recipe
Women, weed and weather have been like a chant in my head and I don’t need drugs to get high. In other news, everyone’s in PSP while I only care about discovering more alternative R&B bands and more women, weed and weather.
