#boylife

hope is a skill

in celebration of april 13, i present all four known photos of neil, who banged out the tunes 19 years ago today

source: theagilerat.com (click right to see all four photos!)

star trek: the next generation + wisdom

When things start getting long and confusing in classical or neo-classical theater, often one of the characters goes on a long monologue to sum up the story as a whole so they can then describe their motivations for what they will do within the next scene.

Now I am not sure what this is called, but I do know that this is exactly what Micheal is doing in the beginning of this newer episode.

But I do know that when this happens, some shit is about to go down.

(im like 5 mins into the episode)

I had a realization, last night, that maybe nothing will actually change.

My biggest dream was to grow up and be happy, but turning a new age feels no different from the one before.

Nothing changes. I am a year older than last and my perspective on the world, my feelings, my family, none of it’s changed.

Everyone told me I’d understand things when I’m older, but I’m not worried about understanding, I’m worried that I will not become this older, better version they made me out to be.

I am worried that when I finally make it to that place in my life, I will not have done enough or I have not changed enough.

At this realization, I cried.

I do not want to grow up, because I’m afraid of what I won’t be when I do.

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tw: descriptions of: blood, wounds, inflicting harm

(all metaphorical)

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I want my love to hurt.

I want to dig in with claws and teeth and never let go,

Gouge lines that will pucker and weep their blood and drain you dry,

I want to be remembered as pain when you finally tear my curved claws from your flesh,

I want you to scream with agony

I want to take it all in

I want your wounds to cry for you

I want you to bleed out and die

I want my love to mean something

wikipedia no longer being anywhere near the top of search results when looking up anything feels eviscerating

chillin at the ambient red lighting and horse store.

you could always go back to your roots

I have a joke about math but im 2² to say it