Everyone is happy with tv, or with drinking, or ingesting drugs. But we are all the same. We find pleasure in something, Whether its the same shouldn't mean anything, we simply find pleasure.
Spotify could become a dating app where it matches you with a person who listens to the same songs as you.
Feeling loose watching you seduce Covering fifty shades of green as my eyes drift off-screen Off the air as I slip into a dream scape. Escaping from the person I once met I once knew you in a different light The moon was first shining so bright in the middle of the night Reflecting over the still lake hiding our skeletons in the deep Cause we flood empty lakes with dead bodies and tweaks And twerps that hate from the other side of the street
Our friends all sit by the handmade bonfire While you play me like static on a wire Static on the TV, watch and see Me rising up and then tumbling down Well, that’s part of the process Just don’t ask me questions I can’t possibly confess Because you know the answer so why make me the weasel Of this reality that feels so surreal, it’s too much evil You’re asking me to spill. I know you’re smarter than you appear And I’m waiting for your skeletons to tell me your biggest fear While I lie in front of many with my hand full of drink As my mind begins to stretch and shrink Telling me you know what’s for the best When you struggle on your own and I’m struggling Watch you count your stacks, start hustling Because we’re all in the same game, but on different levels Dealing with the same Hell but different devils
And on the third day I told him I like the street lamp view from the window And I could hear his smile Through a chuckle of thick bush That will never sing in my ears again
The grey indifference between dusk and dawn If I listen closely, I can still hear his swan song Lonely as the sound of lying on the ground Where possibilities pool and dreamers go to drown
Without fail you cross my mind From time to time Spitting skeletal rhymes And climbing mountains in my head Here’s my letter to the dead
Fun day with this cutie aamanda-rae
change
change.
a change in scenery
and change of pace
while i keep my space
you build miles while i build minutes
what’s the speed limit
it takes to diminish someone’s spirits
is it the cold
as the distance grows
is it seeing who can put on a bigger show
i’m not afraid to take the stage
i refuse to go in another cage
but if we’re both in the spotlight
blinding white, like a deer in headlights
how can we find each other tonight?
cause maybe we can’t hold hands
when we’re too busy holding our cigarettes
dry lips, to occupied to build connections
of affections
to those we so desperately cling on showing
baby, i’m glowing
no wait. it’s slowing
dragging like a cripple in mud
heavy like a high school backpack
in the summer
heat
heating up
when you think you’ve had enough
burning
like your grandmother’s cast iron
sizzling
until
it cracks in your broken mirror
of the reflection you’ve left behind
i thought
but that’s the thing about skeletons
they’re a part of you apart from you
shadows stretch and shrink
because just when you think
you’re in control
you fall deeper in the rabbit hole
got some new shorts, and they make me feel super sexy. since i've been clean from adderall (for two years now) i've gained so much weight and have such a problem with self love. i used to be a loose size 4 and these shorts are a size 10 and on bad days they can be tight. but, i'm very happy that i bought these the other day. i haven't actually gotten any clothes (apart from work) that fit me since i've been clean. and since i'm going to Sweetwater 420 Fest next weekend i wanted to splurge and buy myself a summer outfit. and i think this is a good step towards the right direction
Thursday was my 21st birthday and this weekend had proven several impacting things. Through stressful times, the ones you love will always shine through. We’ve lost a lot, but gained so much in perspective. And I’ve really let myself open up to new possibilities and new friendships. buriedinleaves, ganjareaper, holycrimes, entrophe It’s a beautiful mess, but shared with beautiful people.
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