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if you have a voice use it. it wasn’t placed there for decoration. give somebody hope, inspire yourself. speak good things into existence.

- Overlyxclusive (via kushandwizdom)

meagainsttheworldpp:

My whole fuckin life.

meagainsttheworldpp:

My whole fuckin life.

revelation19:

musiqchild007:

revelation19:

This is 100% true

This tweet sounds as though introverts consume the souls of others before they engage in social events.

This is 100% true

revelation19:

musiqchild007:

revelation19:

This is 100% true

This tweet sounds as though introverts consume the souls of others before they engage in social events.

This is 100% true

(Source: blakebaggott)

Here for You
Eyedea

whatupbones:

We’re all born into this river without knowing how to swim
And eventually we learn how to keep the water under our chins
Some times this rivers so cold to be in
Freezing my soul, solidifying my skin
Regardless of how far I see, I never see my travels end
We’re carried by the current, bein driven by the wind
The scenery we pass, we’ll never see again
So we store it up as memories and don’t let go of them
We’re under a spell thinking that the river should go straight
We set goals and desires to control our own fate
But all the pain we experience is a result of our expectations
'cause it's the rivers nature to twist and turn
The shit can burn, and I know it
I have the same conflict
But I try to sit and flow with this rivers natural process
Sometimes when I watch myself float downstream
I see the beauty of it all, and it feels like a dream
And at that time I appreciate the rivers course
Some call it God, reality, momentum, force
I stare up at the naked moon, and she stares down at me
Outside thoughts boundaries I’m all I look outward to see
The universe is not something separate from yourself
I know you feel alone, but that’s why I’m here to help
I know you feel alone, but just look up at the stars
And everything that is out there is what you really are

beyoncebeytwice:

shavingryansprivates:

methlabrador:

everybodys dad has a weird obsession with something

drinking

oh

(Source: mattressblowoutsale)

Knew I was a stupid ass, just not that I’m a ruthless one
Youth is easily influenced
So should you be rooting for me if I touch a thousand lives but on the way I ruin some?
The rule of thumb is “all publicity is your advantage”
But human lives are not collateral damage
Bandage the wounded then vanish blank as the newest of canvases
When they zoom in the cameras, give them the truth

- Watsky “Ink Don’t Bleed” (via late-for-thesky)

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.

- Friedrich Nietzsche  (via heart)

(Source: observando)

Miss Murder
AFI

enter-the-putang:

throwbacksongs:

AFI - Miss Murder

talk about a throwback shieett haha

themouseabides:

Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.

Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.

collegehumor:

This HR dept doesn’t negotiate with Terrorists.

Finish reading This Is The Most Passive-Agressive Office Note Battle We’ve Ever Seen

She’s the girl who sat behind me in AP English for an entire year
And I didn’t know her name until the last day of school
Part of our grade was based on class participation
And as she read her poem aloud in front of the class with shaking hands
I memorized the locations of the birthmarks on her skin
And thought about how beautiful they could look
If I mapped them out and put them in the night sky

My friends invite her to hang out
And she doesn’t talk almost the entire time
One friend of mine points at her and looks at me
He asks “Does she even talk?”
She smiles politely and says “hi”
I wonder if he understands
that sometimes silence speaks louder than words ever could
And I can hear her loud and clear
Her silence digs malevolently
Into the deepest cavity of my brain
And I have an overwhelming desire
To know what keeps her up at 2am

She has this problem where she can write beautifully
But she still stutters and trips over her words
Thinking that her words are insignificant
That nobody listens, so why bother at all?
But I take in every word like a breath of fresh air
Each one a root that stems into another reason
That makes me question why
I had never looked back before that day
And makes me realize
that I never want to look back again

She lives her life hidden
Behind the lens of a camera
Behind the pages of a book
Behind the screen of a computer
Behind a composition notebook
Because for her, a crowd is not a cure for loneliness
She feels loneliness most insistently in crowds
Social claustrophobia pressed against her lungs
You must understand that she would rather
move her pen than move her lips
because the ink spills, but her voice dries up

You would think that she could just speak what she writes
But her fingers have been taught elegance
And her mouth has not
She always ends up accidentally swallowing her tied up tongue
She goes home every day with lips cracked with regret
of all the things that she should have said

The first time that she and I spent alone together
I couldn’t construct words into sentences
We spoke about our mutual hatred for math
But ironically, I spent hours calculating
How many times she looked at me that day
And measured each angle of the hairpin curve
of her smile when she laughed
The softness of her voice made me want to curl up
Inside of her throat so I could feel the way that words
left her lips when she spoke
She hates her voice
But it is still the soundtrack
Stuck on repeat every night
Before I drift asleep

My heartbeat has kept me awake for four nights now
But I don’t understand the language that it speaks
So I put a stethoscope over my chest
And plug it into my laptop
But Google translate still hasn’t found out
How to translate this feeling into words
There are millions of words in the English language
But no combination of 26 letters
Can accurately compose a novel
About how vulnerable and uncoordinated
She makes me feel

She’s the girl who sat behind me in AP English for an entire year
And I didn’t know her name until the last day of school
Part of our grade was based on class participation
And as she read her poem aloud in front of the class with shaking hands
It was the first time that I felt paralysis shock sent through my body
I was eighteen years old and staring into the shy eyes
of a beautiful girl with a beautiful mind who has since taught me
that falling in love is the most beautiful
and most reckless form of insanity
there is

- "Falling for an Introvert" (via hellboundhaley)

bird0fhermes:

I’m crying oh my fucking god

bird0fhermes:

I’m crying oh my fucking god

(Source: omg-humor)