we aren't meant to be islands...

...but this begins my journey in an attempt to become one.

the only person i can trust is my mother. she's the only person who has ever stood on her word. well, her, and lauren owens.

don't expect that when you're down and disheveled that any of them, not even the most important, will give a shit.

expect that they'll steal from you for self preservation. be it physical theft, monetary theft, or just as plain and simple as the theft of your heart and trust.

expect that if they say i don't care over and over and over and over again...they very likely actually mean it.

in other words, let it be.

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”


-Bob Marley

ME: hey guys i'm gonna quit smoking!

most: yay!!! we are here for you, you can do it! stay on track and if you fall off get right back on!

you: LET ME SEE HOW STRESSED OUT I CAN MAKE YOU AND MAKE THIS EVEN MORE DIFFICULT THAN IT ALREADY IS.

just BRILLIANT FUCKING LOGIC. brilliant.

silly v.

romance is dead ya know?

some days i believe a punch square on the nose would hurt less than words do.