lower love
“i think i was made to make you laugh because it brings me so much satisfaction” — Royal Palmer. (via bloodthirstybabe)
like 4 years ago i had a party at my parents house, brad was the first to pass out.
(via delanie)
September and august really know how to test my nerves. They always stick around too long, laughing as I weaken to fault. They always decide to throw the hardest blows and make ‘my war’ feel more real. They make ‘my war’ feel like it is in full force and that no matter what maneuver I pull it always accounts to more losses then wins. Well maybe they won. Maybe it is time to just accept the fact that I am a ‘lone ranger’. “Well”, they say, “that’s fine cowboy just don’t come crying when you need water.” But that is the whole point. I don’t need hydration. I don’t need the supplement that nourishes that majority. All I depend on is the mineral that perpetuates myself to a degree which others will not follow. I follow the warmth that burns the soul, not the skin. And that is how I will forever overcome these two horrid months, that breathe down my back with their wretched, weak, overcome ideals of a life which will never appeal. Don’t mind that last rhyme. That slipped. Don’t begin to think it was an accomplishment of the human spirit and how this ‘spirit’ (which; by the by has been exploited to the point of complete degradation) has any sort of affect to the outcome of this ramble. If only everything was a joke we could all laugh, shut up, and get on with our lives, and forget the whole thing happened. But I will still stand and declare ‘fuck the world’ because there is no winning. And that is why it is not a race, and no matter how competitive you are in your sport, September and august will always win. Because they can laugh forever, and you can’t. ha ha ha ha ha
