I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is...– Anne Sexton, “January 24th” From Selected Poems of Anne Sexton (via liquidnight)
I think I’m going for a bike ride. I need crisp, clean air, and to blair some music.
today while trying to answer my mom’s phone call, I pulled the front brakes, making me fall off my bike, scrape my foot in the weirdest place, and now I’m listening to Alexi Murdoch… and maybe I’ll attempt some yoga tonight. I have to turn the last events of the day around.
could someone please entertain me?
I’m bored and feel like crap.
[[MORE]]I want to smoke right now. my mom’s being stupid, and I want to leave. to run away, in the dark of night. gosh dangit, get me out of here.
Person: do you have a boyfriend?
Me: are you making fun of me
the-incubus: do you ever feel like no matter how much you do for someone, literally, or emotionally, no matter how much you try to support them or show them you care or be a good friend, it doesn’t get you anywhere? like they’ll always hold you to the same light and treat you the same, usually like you don’t matter, eh?