“All This Talk Of Getting Old, It’s Getting Me Down, My Love”

i'm miserable but everything also feels beautiful

this and everyone asked about you

Pretty village, Norway

I really need a fucking break, or a gun

PASSIONATE AND CARING TEACHERS ARE THE CLOSEST THING WE HAVE TO ANGELS ON EARTH!!!!

some mr todd wisdom for the blr

“recognition vs knowledge” - mr todd

preaching about how our brain teaches us to recognize something and send out happy chemicals when we do and it’s the same ones that get sent out when you actually KNOW it. it’s one thing to recognize it’s a whole other thing to know it and be able to teach it. AMEN MR TODD AND MS FUNDY B I NEED AFTER SCHOOL PEP AND KNOWLEDGE TALKS EVERYDAY.

@countthefighters

I live for passion bro

Genuinely I love the art of passion with my whole heart. To love, or be so devoted to something that is makes your whole body light up with the spur of the soul, is so intimate and so, so beautiful.

For a long time I thought passion lied in romantic relationships, but as I grow older I realize that it is so much bigger than that. Romance is not even in the forefront of my passion. However, I do love passionately. I love my friends, I love my family, I love the arts, and I love them so, so intensely. My drive for life is simply my passion for connection, and learning more about myself and the world around me.

I love everything I think. And I am so grateful for the opportunity to be able to do so.

My friends gift to me a glimmer of hope occasionally; and when they do, all I can think about is how badly I want to see and know the adult versions of them. I think about how nice it would be to have an extra room, or maybe a pullout couch, at the disposal of any friend looking for a warm bed and an ear to listen. I think about them coming to my house just to ask for a cigarette, and to talk about their troubles while we sit on the porch. I think about how I’ll attend (and cry at) their weddings, and I think about how I’ll be with them through messy breakups, and all the inbetweens. I think about how I’ll have their favorite snacks in my cupboard, and how I’ll make sure there’s always an extra toothbrush for them. I think about how I’ll have toys stored away for their potential kids when they visit, and I think about how I’ll get to watch all of us grow up.

I often times think the only thing stopping me from ending it is fear, but I think a little harder about the people I love, and suddenly it feels like my heart is trying to claw through my chest, and grasp onto any hope for the future.

I want to be there to love those around me until I can no longer leave my bed, and my last breaths are be spent cherishing their names.

Liability is my middle name!

I bit my tongue and the blood was soured with spite type shit

behind the scenes of scott pilgrim vs the world (2010) based on the comic book series by @radiomaru

Can’t complain about being shot when you’re the one who pulled the trigger