And I don’t care: Which prophet you adore, or who you voted for, it won’t discourage love’s sick former manwhore. Your skin against my own, I’ll be your Oli Stone, You’ll be my Audrey Hep, you can have what is left. And we’ll combine to be some kind of japanese mecha-creation with two fuse persuasians, yeah. We’ll destroy the earth and harold it’s rebirth, as somewhere where someone like you would hit on me.
I can’t handle all the Kony 2012 posters I’m seeing. It makes me sick that people will just blindly push for military intervention in a foreign country. When did youth activism become about supporting American Imperialism?
I’ve always wondered how people who cut, could cut when it would hurt so much. But I learned there’s a point where your body just gets so numb from emotional pain that you don’t feel the physical pain.
Don’t let that be a reason to start. :) (Unless this is lyrics or something, excuse my ignorance.)
My two best friends are in a really bad place right now, and I’m doing everything I can to keep there mind at some peace and make sure they make the right decisions. I need them more than anything, so I can’t let them be stupid.
My photo professor walked out of a weekly faculty meeting, this time with the dean and other guests, and says to me, “You should probably let it air out in there due to all the bullshit.” (Mostly accurate quote). Made my day.