Artist. Musician. Deviant. INFJ. Retro-punk.
Undecided Calvinist, Bifurious Clarke Kisser.
Basketcase. Tumblr Trash. Manic Depressive.
Problematic. Pretentious Asshat. "Basically Someone You Shouldn't Be Friends With" Music I Like:
Imogen Heap, Eisley, ALT-J, FUN, Twenty
One Pilots, Panic! At The Disco, Taylor Swift,
Front Porch Step, Charlie Puth, No Outlet,
Halsey, Owl City (since 2007), Never Shout
Never, My Chemical Romance (MCR), Sia, The Killers, Jarrod Alonge, Childish Gambino,
Rich Mullins, Green Day (any early 2000's
Punk band), Parks, Troye Sivan, Say Anything,
Modern Baseball, Blink 182, Social Repose YouTubers I Like:
MyHarto, NigaHiga, chestersee, PewDiePie,
The Game Theorists, ExplosmEntertainment,
Lindsey Stirling, Full of Eyes, RoseEllenDix,
Vlogbrothers, Cyarin, OnisionSpeaks, Paint,
Emmablackery, Zeldaxlove64 RIP, All the gays. Things you Should Ask me:
My music Taste, My interests, Whether the
Earth we live in is one giant Capri Sun™ and
the Moon and Sun are the hole for the Straw, If you want to talk to me about struggles go
ahead but I can't garuntee I'll help at all.,
What the song on my profile means to me,
Why bisexual people have to present as Gay
instead of Bi due to biphobia.
Currently on a lifelong hiatus
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Alpaca Prophet *'s Favorite Quotes
Everything ends or dies or
gets taken away
Fxck bittersweet
And me
Until I forget about the trains and stuff like that
You shouldn't be hearing this
I shouldn't be saying it
But to hell with me and all my wanderlust
This is all just feelings gushing right?
Stream of consciousness
Don't take it personally
But I want to get out with you
1. i am not impatient. i am restless.
2. i'm not a people pleaser.
3. practicing reckless optimism is not nearly as hard as knowing
when to let it go.
4. the third cigarette is the hardest to light.
5. i can cry. i just have to let myself.
I've
taken the same ride too many times. I could fall asleep in the
loop. I know the clowns wipe the fake, makeup smiles off their
faces once the show is done. I know the lions sleep in cages at
night. I know the tightrope walkers have blisters on their
feet. I know the ringmaster doesn't believe in what he
yells to the crowd anymore. I know the strongman isn't as
strong as he once was. I know the candy floss has always been
just sugar and air. You are the only reason I come back here
every night.
January
has issues with her mother, February is always talking about
things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets
and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest
and July always has an opinion on everything. August never
stops trying to do the right thing, even if he doesn't
always know what that is. September once saw something so sad,
she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone,
vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not
for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is
tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped
believing.
Monday's obviously a b.astard,
quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was
doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay
on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday
sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love.
Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other
tightly until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her
eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart
that really, she's the dawn.
When I sit near you, my hands
suddenly become alien things and I don't know where to
put them or what they usually do, like this is the first time
I've ever had hands and maybe they go in my pockets and
maybe they don't.