The Messy Bun Is Supposed To Be Efortless But Yet It
Takes Me At Least 15 Atemptes To Get It Right
She was a mess, but I
didn't deserve her. It was the way her crooked smile hung,
her scattered freckles, or maybe her uncontrollable curls. But
when she laughed, her whole face contorted into such grace. I
wanted a forever with her--but her forever would be far too good
for me. I did not whatsoever deserve for even her eyes to glance
me over--but when they did, I felt proud. She was a beautiful
mess, the kind you had to love to love. And I loved her every
second. No one could ever say they loved another
more.
"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)
— something someone should have told me when i was eighteen (via irynka)
my room:
messy
my thoughts: messy
my hair: messy
my life: messy
my thoughts: messy
my hair: messy
my life: messy
Which is messier my hair or my life?
