Writing gets hard when my head hurts
Days go by when I look out the window
And see rain that isn’t even there
I don’t know why
Just like the way I can’t explain
More than that I’m just a spaced out guy
Telling people that it’s because I’m dreaming
Long after I wake up aching 
It’s too tough of a thing
To say my head hurts because
I’m halfway around the world
Yet I’ve never left the country
I’m not all here most of the time
And I’m not sure that I want to be


“One never goes so far as when one doesn’t know where one is going.” Johann von Goethe. (via quotedojo)

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do it

do the thing

you know how you’re all nervous like “oh no i dont want to do the thing bc i’m a dork”

well i’m legit sitting here staring at the notif bar and wishing you would do the thing

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Anonymous said: I don't understand why people are getting angry about that train post?


they live tired and arduous lives


So I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my shortcomings and what I like about myself trying to figure out kind of where my self-esteem is. I keep running into odd contradictions where I really enjoy doing something and I confident enough to do it, yet at the same time I very much feel that whatever I am doing there is someone better at it by leaps and bounds. I find immediately my friends with those talents come to mind, but I have the feeling that I’m not talented enough at anything to come to mind for any of my friends or family or whoever. I just sort of exist in their lives and I’m never sure if that is enough, that I could be easily dropped because what am I actually there for? I honestly just confused myself


Every choice severs infinity
Find that you lack a talent
Turn away from a sea of possibility
Let fear run you aground
A billion billion lives lost
And they were all yours
I guess it just may be that
You are as infinite as
As the choices you have



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first game tomorrow!


I think that I’m happy most of the time because it’s just a part of my identity to enjoy myself. I do keep interrupting that, however, when I attach my happiness or my concept of what it is to be happy to my grades or the fact that I’m a little lonely a little too often. I need to quit attaching those ideas of what happiness is because it honestly doesn’t feel like a good assessment of who I am to say that I’m not happy because I have a shit GPA (it’s pretty dang low) or whatever. I gotta be more consistent about understanding that happiness is just a part of me so that I don’t feel so incongruous or guilty smiling after a series of failures. I just can’t get it through my head that it’s okay to be happy sometimes and that has to change

“Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns. Faith also means reaching deeply within, for the sense one was born with, the sense, for example, to go for a walk.” Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith (via contrariansoul)

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It scares me that I can read one text
And suddenly you’re by my side again
Laughing and carrying on
As if things had been different
But things are just as they are
And suddenly you aren’t really here


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