so singularly beautiful

Yes.

You guys, I reblogged this 2 days ago out of desperation. Today I was looking through my old wallet for coins to go to the vending machine because that’s all I can fucking afford. I haven’t touched this thing since July/ August. When I found a disappointing 15 cents in the coin pocket I went to the billfold to see if any coins were in there. That’s when I saw them. 5 crisp bills amounting to $22. I literally screamed and danced around my room out of joy before remembering that I’d reblogged this post.

shoutout to paris hilton for not abandoning her ‘micropig’ 

Actually that’s pretty standard size for a micro pig. Pigs are ENORMOUS, dude. The average pig on a farm is 7 feet long and over 700 lbs. A normal pig would be much bigger than Hilton.

I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

The worst thing about being naked, and then being hit by a car Is that road rash is a problem for skin. Why was I naked in the middle of the road at noon? I’m glad you asked imaginary other half of this conversation, I have no idea. Some characteristics of bipolar disorder are: dissociation, hallucinations and fugue state So sometimes I wake up in places I didn’t go to sleep. So, there I am nude, splayed out on a car like a slutty chicken Screaming about the government conspiracy to take away my feet. Not my real feet, just my brain feet. I’m about six inches away from the concrete when I realize In slow motion, like the exact opposite of a rhinoceros attack This is not how I imagined my life would turn out. When I was little, I broke both my ankles jumping off a roof Because I was sure a cape would enable me to fly. My parents attributed this to my strong imagination Last year, my therapist called it a delusion. I fail to see the difference. Also, I really can fly, and see the future, and make stupid people leave coffee shops… 43 percent of the time. Sometimes I see people as colors, this guy in the front is purple Which means he just got a promotion Or a blowjob. A blowmotion, if you will. The point is, here’s a list of things my brain has told me to do: Join a cult Start a cult Become a cabinet maker Kill myself. So, in essence, become a cabinet maker Break into and then paint other people’s houses Have sex with literally everyone who reminds me of my mother Fight people who are much fighty-er than me, like the cops So in essence kill myself. I think a lot about killing myself. Not like a point on a map, but rather like a glowing exit sign At a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave. You see, when I’m up I don’t kill myself because, holy shit; there is so much left to do. And when I’m down I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over And the sadness is my old paint under the new. The sadness is the house fire, or the broken shoulder I’d still be me without it, but I’d be so boring. They keep telling me that seeing things that aren’t there is called “disturbed cognitive functioning” I call it having a super power. Once I pulled over on the 110 freeway and jumped out of my old jeep Because I saw it burst into flames 20 seconds before it actually burst into flames. I knew my girlfriend and I would be together because she turned bright pink the first time she saw me. I know tomorrow is going to come because I’ve seen it. The sunrise is going to come all you have to do is wake up. The future has been at war but it’s coming home so soon. The future looks like a child in a cape. The future is the map and the treasure. The future looks just like gravity Everyone is slowly drifting towards everyone else We are all going to be part of eachother one day. The future is a blue sky and a full take of gas. I saw the future I did And in it, I was alive.

They help each other. They rely on each other. She makes him a better person. She makes him believe in himself.

Everyone: You’re too old for Disney movies Me: 

me, knowing i will regret this: yeah well that sounds like a problem for future me