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i’m just here to have a good time and run a mediocre blog

GOD 2000s emo just invented music….. i write sins? miss murder? american idiot? the bird and the worm? my immortal?? i miss you? this ain’t a scene?? radio? welcome to the black parade?? the entire existence of cobra starship??? the drama!! the panache?!! the artistic brilliance?? mozart whom!!

one of the most beautiful calming wonderful warm best parts of life is that golden late afternoon sunlight against the walls in ur bedroom 

↖This blog will be screamer free on April Fool’s Day.

people were writing “hot or not” lists on the bathroom stalls when i was in 8th grade and the dean of students came on the morning announcements and said something i will never forget “we’ve got some bad apples at this school… and it’s applesauce season" 

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

a piece of advice my dad gave me and I’ve never forgotten is, “if you won’t worry about it in 4 months, don’t worry about it now.” saved me countless times, it’s a philosophy to adopt and help improve your life. Failed a test? ask yourself if you’ll think about this still in 4 months? Made a fool of yourself in public? I doubt even the people who saw it will remember it past today. Know you could have done better? Ran further? don’t beat yourself up over it, you can do better tomorrow. Don’t overthink things, a lot of negatives matter less than you think they do.