You gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?
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 in 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  


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I’ve never seen any life transformation that didn’t begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit. Elizabeth Gilbert  (via healthyglam)

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random bits of my life

- I wish I had some weed to smoke right now. Some fluffy chronic. I rolled my first blunt yesterday and it didn’t look too bad. I need practice.

- My friend says I’ll get used to fucking boys then just being their friend. Forreal she’s right. No feelings involved. I feel great.

- All I really wanna do is fuck around for 5 years. Fuck a career. I will be a trap god.

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Showing your parents your report card like

Existing like

Was it hard?” I ask.
Letting go?”

Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real.

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