I have a tale to tell about a girl whose soul was screwed
She was born into a life with everything to lose
Her mother sold her to the trade when she was just a child
She was seventeen and never ever learned to smile

What’s the point of screaming out if no one gives a damn?
What’s the point of reaching out if no one lends a hand?
She had passed the point where there was nothing left to give
She was seventeen and never ever learned to live

She took a bullet and she blew out her brains
She didn’t say goodbye, she just went away
And now who’s missing her?
I wish she was here
Her name was Angel and she’d had a bad year

And if you wanna call me the devil’s advocate
But you don’t know the half of it
I hate I was raised to believe in miracles
Cause life is so cold

And where did Jesus go?
Where did Jesus go?
Where did Jesus go?
He disappeared.

I went to my uncle’s house last night, where him and a bunch of his friends were tripping on acid, and he was watching Planet Earth, absolutely enthralled. When it ended, he was devastated. Everyone else was outside sitting around a table. I asked them if they had undergone any sort of spiritual experience, if they had seen God or anything of the sort. John, who was sitting in the middle, pointed to the guys on both sides of him and said, “Yeah, he’s here and here… and here.” And then pointed to himself.

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There are certain friends with whom I do things with and there are certain friends with whom I talk about things with. These two venn diagrams never overlap.

One of the few things I’m certain about in this life is that there’s an abundance of good and an equal abundance of bad. There are monumentally wealthy people and people who have to walk ten miles across a desert to fill a bucket of clean water. There’s sadness, anger, jealousy, loneliness, and there’s joy, hope, curiosity, and kindness. There’s the luminescence of life and there’s the decay of death. This creates a necessary cosmic balance between all things. The truth is that even despite the ambivalence of existence, it all comes down to you. Isn’t that terrifying? To know that we’re in absolute control of every choice we make? To know that every moment is bursting with possibility whether we seize it or not?

- S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now

(Source: thefuckindarksideofme, via jessicahhhx3)

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“and sometimes i guess i just find myself craving some sexual healing, you know?”

My mom wakes up and cracks open a Diet Coke instead of a beer.
This bodes well for my day.

2/13/09

In a world full of hate and despair; where do you turn when all else seems as if it’s crumbling beneath you. It relates to, as if you were trapped in a crushing tide where everything is out of your control. No way to get back to the shore or touch the ocean floor to give you a push for freedom. No matter how hard you try.. You simply keep getting lost in the never ending tide

So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

(Source: aryastarks)

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Falling back into the hole of self-loathing yet again.
It’s like I’m not meant to be happy.

Detox. Detox. Detox.

I keep getting the urge to travel again. I still realize how great I have it here and I’m not taking it for granted, but it will always be in my nature to lust after adventure. I want to go to Finland. Somewhere far enough where I can start again. This mundane life isn’t for me. I don’t mean to be pretentious when I say that, like I’m some rare, wild bird, but I feel trapped here. I can barely breathe.

Paintings by Nicola Samorì