This is lame. Someone come watch Wayne’s World with me.
You coward. What if I had stayed your friend? Who would I be? The prospect horrifies me.
People’s distress calms me. Just makes me feel so centered and sane in comparison. Like when you were running around, swearing, slamming, throwing newspapers about, I just sat on the old desktop computer, my head crammed up against the car ceiling. And I looked at the purple sky and thought about that inexpressible feeling one gets when seeing young children riding around on cheap bicycles.
I think I am too sarcastic to believe in myself.
nimblefingersivorykeys: Crying is just like breathing, the longer you hold it the longer you will exhale. Let me breathe. Sorrow is my home. I’ll stay, right here, where I was. Even when I go out to happiness, I know well now that I’ll always come back home. ~ Home by Tablo feat. Lee Sora
marry, have children, visit your dentist, do not scream at night even if you...– Charles Bukowski - The Pleasures of the Damned (via henrycharlesbukowski)
miathacker-deactivated20111028 asked: Hey you. I miss you. I need some Casey in my life.