"Wanna know the
f-cking truth?Nobody is f-cking happy. Nobody has skin made
from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody
f-cking understands this world. F-ck, nobody understands
math as much as they claim. You're here one day,
and the next you're not. God? Religion? I've learned
a lot more about the world by eating acid
and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done
for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from
speaking lies? Wanna know the f-cking truth? Pity is
just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the
sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs
naked. Take photographs kissing. Take
photographs having séx. Stop making everything
about sexuality. Wanna know the f-cking truth? Nobody
really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen
or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know
the f-cking truth? There is no such thing as the right
person. People leave. They change like ocean currents,
they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna
know the f-cking truth? You get better. You learn to
love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when
you're puking your limbs out. You wanna know
the f-cking truth? Go find it."
— something someone should have told me when i was
eighteen (via irynka)
I know I haven’t called you back in a week but I had a
good reason. You asked me why my hands were shaking so damn hard
and I couldn’t find the words to tell you that sometimes when
two stars collide they form a black hole and your voice is my
favorite song and the way your lip quivers when you’re about to
cry makes my bones feel like they’re snapping in half and I
love you too much to spit the black soul sucking mass of
nothingness I feel growing in my chest into your mouth because
you’re the brightest thing in the sky and my eyes are closed
but I can still see myself burning out and I’m so sorry but I
can’t kiss you tonight.