There’s all this talk of being who you are and doing what you want. The thing is, I couldn’t tell you who I am. I couldn’t tell you what I want to do. I am a walking collection of contradictions and oxymorons. I am nothing more than a generalization forced into a hyper-specific society. I’m scared that I’ll never find out who I am. I’m scared that I’ll never find out what I want to do. I’m scared that I will remain undefined.
guys that is janis ian
How did I not see that!
JANIS!
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the bags under my eyes are so heavy because they carry the weight of all my dead hopes and dreams
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"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words."
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why would you even drop acid? people are gonna slip on it and hurt themselves!
only drop the acid if you can neutralize it by dropping the base
I finally understand dubstep
(via smilebecauseithappened)
