Little Thoughts
Yes, those are teeth on that table. Yes, they are real. Yes, they are human.
This is a very old school dentist for sure, would you go there with your toothache?
Ohh pretty temp tattoo, pretty
If distance were measured in terms of the heart we’d never be more than a minute apart.
So F*cking Tired
…i am
LONDON BABY!
Yes, London.
You know: fish, chips, cup ‘o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins…LONDON.
message to all
i’m talking to you, my generation.
i have come to the realization that anyone who thinks, tries, and believes themselves to be a free spirit…
is not.
thanks to a friend’s conversation with me the other night, i’ve realized quite a bit about life. some things i already knew, but it takes a peer with a good head on their shoulders to help uncover the obvious truth.being a “free spirit” is not something you can choose, because then you choose to be irresponsible.
being a “rebel” is not something you can choose, because then you choose to fight.
being a “cynic” is not something you can choose, because then you choose to hate.
if your depression is getting worse around love, then you don’t love yourself and who you actually are.
if you love love, but can’t find it… then stop searching.
love is more an action than a feeling.if someone says “no” and you say “screw you” then that defeats the purpose of rules and maturity. if you find peace in drugs, drinking, and sex… it’s probably because nothing means anything to you.
stop blaming the world because your arse is getting bigger by being selfish.
i can say all this because i’ve thought the complete opposite of what i’m saying right now. i’d rather be fulfilled, than filled with crap. and the “starving artist schtick” is wearing really thin, my friend. your audience is poor and your peers are underage. so grow up.
this isn’t meant for amy, cleo, jess, maria, myself, or anyone else who thinks it is. it’s meant for those people that are offended by “common sense” and “right over wrong.”
i’m talking to you, my generation.
i listened.
