Brick fucking Wall.
The only problem is when I have to come back home. I hate it here.
music > everyone, and everything. I think that’s why I’ve had so many issues. I haven’t been able to write and play music, the right way. I hope so at least. I don’t feel the same as I did two, or even really one month ago. I just feel so much better. I don’t need anything but music. truthfully.
you really are the most idiosyncratic person I’ve ever met in my entire life. even more so than myself.
we are nowhere and it's now.
f you hate the taste of wine Why do you drink it until you’re blind? And if you swear that there’s no truth and who cares, How come you say it like you’re right? Why are you scared to dream of God When it’s salvation that you want? You see stars that clear have been dead for years But the idea just lives on In our wheels that roll around As we move over the ground ...
notevendillmusic: (via zackhames)
You know when you have those memories you hate to think about? and every time it comes up in your mind you feel sick to your stomach and try to rid the thought? So many of those feelings and thoughts are gone. I still remember what I did and what happened but it’s like looking at it through different eyes. It’s like it wasn’t even me who was the one committing the act, I was...
I used to be a lot more open than I am now reading back to old conversations and blog posts…I kind of keep everything in, more so than I used to. a lot of the time I look back to things I said maybe a month ago and they’re so indirect I don’t even remember what it’s talking about. maybe that’s a good thing.
I’m done with this.
Everyone is 95% the same. but it’s the 5% difference that shows through.
I hate it too.
Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds, I wish the ceiling was the ground. I’ll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun To help me make up for this one. While you send me tidal waves of love when you’re alone, and I can’t remember what you do. To find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue, And bring me faithful back to...
Hum is my favorite band. ever.
i’m fucking stupid.
this is something I have to do for myself
finally. some closure. sort of.
I wish school was spending 8 hours a day playing music and writing. Creative school. Life would be infinitely better that way if they offered such a thing. An entire school, dedicated to writing, music, art, photography, film, physical art, painting, drawing, experimenting, speaking, doing something, outlets, and something other than numbers and book reports. Sadly this won’t happen.
you’re fucking gross.
You don’t even seem real anymore. It’s like nothing happened. It never happened. what the fuck.
ianpaxson: fuckyeahsweetmusic: Can I Kick It?...
I really miss summer.
slow to learn.
trying to say something?
I’m starting to understand. I think I’m starting to do the right thing. I think I’m starting to think the right thing. I think I’m starting to get what is going on. I hope this is starting over. Slow down. p.s. Nobody sings anymore. I’m not sure why I didn’t listen to this album sooner. what stuck out: Well, she found a love and he found a victim. he...
this is all very unexpected. I don’t know what the future holds. regardless, I think this is a good time to learn from mistakes. Maybe restore what I had if at all possible, or make something new. I don’t know. I’m speaking like a horoscope. gay.
wait…what just happened?
I think seventh grade was the happiest I have ever been, as a whole. Every aspect was so good, and level. stable. I really miss those days…I miss being in a band with nick, and tom, and nathan fucking foster. I miss the innocence of that time. I remember all I ever wanted to do was play music and be in a band and I would only spend my time doing that and only that. Not that I don’t...
I used to take a lot pictures. →
some are way too fucking edited tho. most of them I’m pretty proud of tho. what happened?
I have zero motivation to do school work. at. all. this is the shittiest part of anything and everything ever. School. fucking. blows. and pretty much everyone there is a fucking prick. I mean, yeah. I’ve got my friends. but why is everyone else so fucking aggravating? maybe I’m at a fault. but I digress…
it’s going. but still slow. I have more I need to do.
50 Things we know now that we didn't know this...
ianpaxson: therecipe: dummefotze: ratsandcandy666: elengberg: alegrianasimetria: isotoldyouso: chvnx: 1. Domestic pigs can quickly learn how mirrors work and use them to find food. 2. Grumpy people think more clearly because negative moods trigger more attentive, careful thinking. 3. High cholesterol levels in midlife are associated with an increased risk of Alzheimer’s disease...
cause if I can't learn to make myself feel better,...
and I scream for the sunlight, or car to take me anywhere. just get me past this dead and eternal snow. cause I swear that I’m dying; slowly but its happening. and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere, just take me there.
I have good feelings. I have good intentions. I feel better. I feel good. you’re doing exactly what I need. the motivation to do something about myself. you don’t even realize it either.
Band: Annuals Song: Brother
12 hour waiting room.
I know what I need to do, and it’s going to happen. fuck all of this. I’m going to do what I fucking set out to do and do it fucking right. I’m so sick of how I am and I am not going to let it get in the fucking way anymore. It’s the worse fucking feeling and gets me in the worst fucking places. I need to change. I need something different. I need to get myself out. ...
Look at your eyes.
they’re small in size but they see enormous things.
you guys are fucking incredible. I’ll be listening to you for a long long long time. a lot.