is play music. i dont want to be a rockstar or any of that bullshit, but to be able to support myself (and maybe a family) by playing music is a dream of mine. too bad the world is slowly trying to take that away from me. every day i feel like im closer to giving up, but i cant quit. not yet anyway. so im going to give the whole god damn world the middle finger and do what ive been doing no matter what happens. and if i go to my grave alone, poor, and forgotten, at least i will have tried

so…this is currently being built for me, and will be on the way to my house on monday. yeah.

oh hello, feelings. i was wondering when you’d show up

swept to the side,

now straight across

but the stripes haven’t been there since high school

girl hasnt changed a bit

she still drop the same hints

since weve been

sitting on the tracks

throwing rocks at

the trains that pass by

i hope one doesnt hit you in the eye

i get no solace from machines, 

yet often times they are the first place i look

i look for wisdom on HD screens

but the lack thereof, leaves me emptier than before

lost in a desert of misinformation

searching for any vital signs

some creature, somewhere maybe understands

a person who appreciates the beauty i find

in the little memories tucked away in my mind

i seek my answers from the earth

the dust on my feet a constant reminder

that one day i too, shall return

to the ground, the empty place of origin

searching forever in oceans of audibles

listening for any vital signs

some creature, somewhere maybe understands

a person who appreciates the beauty i find

in the tales of a lost soul, deaf dumb and blind

weareallstarstuff:

NGC 3576

that house, i hadnt been there in months

but when i opened the door, it was like nothing had changed

stepping softly through the porch onto the tile floor

something was different, but i couldnt grasp it

your home

was my home for a while, too

and when i was there

it felt like i could breathe again

slowly making my way into your room

the bed in which we used to lay, still perfectly made

i know he sleeps there now, and im okay with that, i guess

but id give anything for one more night with you

your home

was my home for a while, too

and when i was there

it felt like i could breathe again

unfollowing you just freed up my dashboard so much. useless prattle is useless :)

are dumb, ignorant, and completely blind. if you stopped staring at your feet and looked at what was right in front of your nose maybe youd be grateful for what you do have instead of complaining about what you dont. /rant

how much of a fuck i gave about you, you probably wouldn’t care. i am probably not attractive enough for you anyway. you probably wont even see this.