sleep is for the weak

It doesn’t happen like that. You don’t just wake up one day and find that everything has worked itself out. You must get out of bed, morning after morning, and make a conscious effort to control the circumstances of that given day. You must learn to handle your issues with grace because you respect what they are attempting to teach you. You must drown your insecurities slowly, one self-realization at a time. You must allow yourself to feel the fear bubbling just beneath your skin but you must never allow it the satisfaction of crippling you; grit your teeth and march on. You see, they never tell you how hard these things will be. This fight to reclaim yourself is not easy or straightforward but, my god, is it necessary. 

*plays blink 182 while kickfliping a skateboard* i hate my parents……..and this town 

me: I’m emotional me: *blocks myself*

yea i be knowin about art i kno about paula picaso henry maltese all dem dudes

my brain or as I like to call it, the suffer contraption

when i say “i hate men” im not talking about every individual man in the world, im talking about men as a social class, but if youre the kind of man that gets offended when i say i hate men then i do, specifically, hate you on an individual level

upon reflection, after reading some of the responses on this post, i feel the need to revise my original statement. i do, in fact, hate every single individual man in the world.

mood