It’s been 5 years. Each year gets easier to cope with but impossible to forget. Rest in peace bud.

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captainbbat:

  • Pray for The Dangerous Summer

I felt inable,
I was lying on my side
In the same clothes from the very last night.
I wanna pray that I’m doing everything right.
I saw my mom die for the very first time.
She was an angel, God took her from the sky.
And there’s a million other people that I found
Who cared more than I ever will.

I held that note out,
I grabbed my bag and I left through the door.
I let my hair grow.
Put these words on my skin, I cannot relate.

Would you believe in my songs
If I gave them all to you?
I can find the strength in my voice
To call you back and say
That everything is bad without you
And I’m lost again, oh God believe I’m lost again.

I stayed in bed and
You took so much that I couldn’t even sleep.
I waited so long,
Though that wasn’t even that bad.
I never had to be a part of the world
And I’ve been making that a goal for reasons that I cannot explain.
Well I’m an optimist but only in a perfect world.
I think I’m too stained with all the negativity
From all the people in my way.

Would you believe in my songs
If I gave them all to you?
I can find the strength in my voice
To call you back and say
That everything is bad without you
And I’m lost again, oh God believe I’m lost again.

Would you believe in my songs
If I gave them all to you?
I can find the strength in my voice
To call you back and say
That everything is bad without you
And I’m lost again, oh God believe I’m lost again.

I took a trip down south and felt the sun on my face,
And it made things okay for a second.
I drew a picture of my problems when I was going insane.
And I focused on the currents.
It’s the funny thing about it,
I never seem to worry that every single current’s not the same.
It’s all about position, and where I choose to lay.
And God I am going away.

Would you believe in my songs
If I gave them all to you?
I can find the strength in my voice
To call you back and say
That everything is bad without you
And I’m lost again, oh God believe I’m lost again.

Would you believe in my songs
If I gave them all to you?
I can find the strength in my voice
To call you back and say
That everything is bad without you…

(The Dangerous Summer – Weathered)

So apparently, tumblr likes to block you from asking more asks after a certain number, this is news to me 

To you:

chat died. reach me here if you want, it’d be cool to talk more.

sincerely,

me

Heteronormativity isn’t just about the presumption that everyone is heterosexual. The expectation that boys woo girls feeds into your mind the expectation that relationships are necessary for fulfilment, and you are less than if you are not having particular kinds of sex with a particular, and a particular kind of, person at particular intervals. It’s about what Lauren Berlant calls the love plot, in which love is produced as a generic text enabling society to interpret your life as following certain conventions. It’s not about what you want, it’s about what you’re supposed to want. You’re not encouraged to think about what you want in relationships, if anything, so much as you are encouraged to fit a script. Heteronormativity messes things up for everyone, straight people included.

theheatofthesouth:

Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good

I used to post plenty of text posts, mainly my thoughts and opinions about things.This stopped a couple of years ago and I never got too much into it for various reasons, mainly judgement from some people whose judgement I no longer care for. It’s a shame because I’ve come into many insights, developed plenty of thoughts and opinions over those years and I feel weird not sharing them because they’re so integral. I think I should start sharing them again.

Not being honest with yourself is one of the worst things you can do. It’s okay if you aren’t honest to other people but when you do it to yourself, you’re only doing yourself a disservice. If you can’t be honest to yourself about how you think, how you feel, how can you be honest to anyone else? 

When did loving yourself become so rare, that it’s revolutionary to do so?
— (160/365) by (DS)