more insanely cool dreams oh god
im cool and punk no one can stop me
I feel sick thinking abt my own experiences with it but I’m forever grateful and proud of ppl calling out the pedophiles and abusers on tumblr and so so so grateful and proud of the women who are coming forward with their experiences. you’re incredibly brave
people just really bug me sometimes I’m like you don’t even know how I’m feeling and yet you’re making everything worse by bringing your negative energy around ugh I can’t stand humans sometimes
I know we are all a little selfish but god some people are awfully selfish and it sucks the life out of others
there is no single thing in the entirety of existence that is more nostalgic to me than smoking a cigarette at my window after a storm. I am not going to try to write this well. it’s impossible. the cool spring breeze takes me back to millions of nights, millions of women I have been, millions of men I used to love. the frogs sing in chorus in the pond and the thunder flutters softly through the curtains. the smell of a wet one am is a scent I wish I could bottle up, shower inside of, drink until my belly would burst with the fullness. is it sad? is anything sad? I miss who I used to be but don’t at all. just the ripeness of it all, the raw sensation of coming into life at the first. it’s such a rare thing to taste these days, and I seek it out in the corners of every passing pair of eyes. he had it. some others have it still. but me? maybe not anymore. maybe not right now. if only to live in this single exact moment for the rest of forever and to be in peace until death brings it’s own quietude. if only to share it all with someone. oh god I wish I could.
#1 Dads is a really great band and tomorrow is going to be a good day.