I don’t have time or energy for human things any more
Today has been a very rough day
Skin on top of muscles
Wearing and degrading
Rotting,
Looking at the faux leather Amtrak seat in front of me.
Skin on top of muscles
Wearing and degrading
Rotting,
I haven’t found solace in letting go but I’ve found comfort,
I used to be so afraid of losing my passion, my desire for romanticism, the “rightous” part of me.
I feel more free and comfortable now just floating and not worriying. No good or evil, everything is gray, and time and space are my god.
Time and space knows when I will cease to exist and nothing else.
It’s the chills of fear satiating into a numb comfort that I seek out anymore, the only truth I can find.
Nothing dramatic, nothing more than the emotional equal to breathing in and out.
I’m not afraid of anything anymore
It’s weird that I’ve pushed so hard the last few months to impress you but that started before we broke up and before we stopped talking. I’m making leaps and bounds in making myself a better person and I’ve solidified a strong career in a matter of months but I don’t have anyone to share that with. But also I still can’t find personal validiation in it, I don’t know why I can’t feel proud of myself. End rant who is even on tumblr anymore?
A man lights up his cigarette with the flames of a bus burned by anti-government demonstrators in Brazil
Even under the hot rays
Of the unforgiving sun
I shiver in the cold
Air that’s around
Me
me watching a David Lynch Production: i have no idea what’s going on
david lynch crawling out from under my bed chewing coffee grounds and emitting white noise from his silver swoop of hair: good
(Source: greggaraki)
