obsolescent-personhood
Wanna know the fucking truth?
Nobody is fucking happy.
Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight.
Nobody fucking understands this world.
Fuck,
nobody probably understands math as much as they claim.
You’re here one day and the next you’re not.
God?
Religion?
I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid
and swallowing pills.
Tell me what your church has done for you?
Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies?
Wanna know the fucking truth?
Pity is just another word for pathetic.
Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop.
Take photographs naked.
Take photographs kissing.
Take photographs having sex.
Stop making everything about sexuality.
Wanna know the fucking truth?
Nobody really gives a damn
if you lost your virginity at fourteen
or if you were the president in high school.
Wanna know the fucking truth?
There is no such thing as the right person.
People leave.
They change like ocean currents,
they leave you with bruises on your calves.
And you wanna know the fucking truth?
You get better.
You learn to love.
You find God in between the cracks of a wall
when you’re puking your limbs out.
You wanna know the fucking truth?
Go find it.

something someone should have told me when i was eighteen 

(via irynka)

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i dont think i’ll ever stop reblogging this shit

OMG

who is this perfect human

I forgot if I reblogged this before, but if not.

Ok but his pole skills are superb