Scars are not injuries, Tanner Sack. A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.
— The Scar - China Mieville (via notorious-reign)
<”I don’t hate you!” (unprovoked)
>WHY NOT
<CAUSE I DONT DO NOTHING
<RIGHT
>EXACTLY
<FRAACK
The next one, yet to be sent, is <The only time I told you to go home I did it so I could bang (housemate). They hate each other. He cringed when I once alluded to kissing the housemate.
Send or not to send? BURN MOTHERFUCKER BURN?
(Source: left-nut)
Flicker of Childhood
I knew a girl once.
Small thing, like a dreamcatcher’s
feathers she flutters.
An adventurous soul,
she wanders the alleys
of life on the side streets,
darting in and out of
the never ending expanse
of adulthood and carelessness.
Youth is a ravishing combatant,
illuminating the pale in all
skins darkened by misfortune.
If sadness is the abandonment of light,
then the construct of misery
lies between the rock of shadows
and the blindness of the sun.
The catcher catches keen light abound,
drifting hopefully into grandeur.
She smiles, cocks her head North.
“Go there, and I shall be waiting.
Go there, and we’ll see the sun
rise up sometime, together.”
(My friend) DeShaun Dowdy.
The moment that reminds me why i live in this house still. Drinking beer on the porch with 10 people including two that i love dearly.
