May 16, 2012

I feel sometimes that I give myself away a little too much. It stems from being the same amount of honest with every single person that I meet, but the guilt comes from not communicating or showing appreciation to all of the people in my life that have raised me to be who I am and/or have always accepted me for who I am.

I was never one to really make a lot of friends as a kid and I was never one to be really social but growing up has made me realize that socializing is almost forced in today’s world if you want to be anyone. But I feel that it could be lessened, perhaps by loving more the ones that love I.


I just want to open and publicly thank each and every person in my life that has always accepted me regardless of how many times they’ve seen me fuck up, be stupid or do/say anything inhuman because I know how awful I can be sometimes. You know who you are, and I am eternally grateful of your existence, your compassion, your love, your forgiveness and selflessness as your share your life’s path with mine. I cannot tell you how much you all mean to me enough.

Thank you.

May 16, 2012
but it’s okay

because i got a subscription to the New Yorker archives today <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333

May 16, 2012

Everything seems to lack a sense of thoroughness. Everything around me in general. Maybe it’s just this American society but I just feels like no one takes the time to do and enjoy things and receive no satisfaction from any of it, and just depress themselves and force more shit down their throat. 

May 16, 2012
"I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself, as I love you"

— Tyler Knott Gleason (via denissetree)

(Source: c-andeur, via denissetree)

May 16, 2012
I want to swim in an ocean of you

come lay with me

May 15, 2012

denissetree asked: why are you the most resiliant, beautiful human being i've ever laid eyes on? you're wonderful on so many levels, it's ridiculous.

because you let me be. i’m this way because of you

May 13, 2012
crematorie:

The Rothko Chapel outside of Houston, TX.
For 40 years, the Rothko Chapel in Houston has served as a space for personal contemplation, interfaith dialogue and action for human rights. The sanctuary was created by Mark Rothko, who committed suicide one year before the chapel opened.

This place is pure serenity. It is a beautiful place in a beautiful city

crematorie:

The Rothko Chapel outside of Houston, TX.

For 40 years, the Rothko Chapel in Houston has served as a space for personal contemplation, interfaith dialogue and action for human rights. The sanctuary was created by Mark Rothko, who committed suicide one year before the chapel opened.

This place is pure serenity. It is a beautiful place in a beautiful city

(via bodypartss)

May 12, 2012

(Source: microwavepizzaoven, via wwiao)

May 10, 2012
get ready for me to tell you all in person how great Spiritualized is

May 10, 2012

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