Welp with the way things are going (or not, to be literal) I’m going to die a virgin, I guess I’ll have to settle on Nujabes to guide me through my hopeless says
I challenge someone to try and fix my depression. It is a cancer of sorts, growing and multiplying daily, until it can no longer be fought against.
It all makes sense now. Gay marriage and marijuana are being legalized at the same time.
Leviticus 20:13 says if a man lays with another man, he should be stoned.
We were just misinterpreting it.
Reblogging because what the actual fuck, it’s so true
Both physically and mentally.
I’ve realized I feel the most alive when I’m out wandering the woods, far away from civilizations and peoples petty bullshit.
Someone come over and watch movies with me, have a soak in the hot tub, smoke weed while listening to music and cuddle talking about our feelings.
Sounds like too much to ask? Yeah, I thought so too.
The trains horn wails on, like a scarring injury.
And still I sit alone and wonder when the days will begin to make a path of there own.
Without any smidgen of hope, I tuck away my soul, far from any glimmer of utopia.
This whole falling for girls who don’t reciprocate back thing is getting old quickly.