8-methyl-n-vanillyl-6-nonenamide:
In all honesty, I think we got it wrong, the way we practice day and night.
AAAHHHHHHPAPA BENNY AND A KITTY.
all arguments invalid, all jaws dropped, all exclamations of joy are appropriate.yes.
(via acatholicvibe)
I think what I did was get tired of waiting because I’ve known all along I don’t like it. So instead of waiting any longer, I just sorta did my own thing. And now everyone is angry and upset because I’ve gone and made a mess out of everything. But I’m not perfect and I’m not smart and it’s very likely that I’m not even talented. I don’t know what I want out of life. But I do know some of what I don’t.
Weird how it works…. As of tomorrow morning, life as I know it will be completely over, and not in a remotely good way. I’m sick. And I’m not going to get any sleep tonight. But really, I’m pretty happy.
It is only the infinite mercy and love of God that has prevented us from tearing ourselves to pieces and destroying His entire creation long ago. People seem to think that it is in some way a proof that no merciful God exists, if we have so many wars. On the contrary, consider how in spite of centuries of sin and greed and lust and cruelty and hatred and avarice and oppression and injustice, spawned and bred by the free wills of men, the human race can still recover, each time, and can still produce men and women who overcome evil with good, hatred with love, greed with charity, lust and cruelty with sanctity. How could all this be possible without the merciful love of God, pouring out His grace upon us? Can there be any doubt where wars come from and where peace comes from, when the children of this world, excluding God from their peace conferences, only manage to bring about greater and greater wars the more they talk about peace?
—Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain (via de-beata-vita)
(Source: thedoors-thedoors, via teencatholicwriter)
this song is the audio embodiment of my emotional state
stop trying to guilt trip me
i know you know something’s up and youre right
but it’s not the right time to be telling people
and it only makes me feel worse
(Source: thecrowing33, via a-ladder-to-the-stars)
I got three hours of sleep last night. I haven’t been tired all day and I can’t sleep now. I have to get up in less than four hours. It’s going to be a very busy day tomorrow. My life is in ruins. I don’t know where I’m going. I’m more than a little delirious. I want to just bawl my eyes out but there’s no real reason. I’m so tired, not physically but mentally. I’ve done all this mental preparation for some sort of bs runaway scheme that probably wouldn’t work and would leave me homeless but I feel it’s the only thing I can do because I’ve failed my family and I’m not gonna resort to suicide. I just don’t know what to do anymore. A year ago everything made sense, like I knew why I was in college and I had motivation and drive and I could fucking get out of bed. Sorry. This is so stupid. First world problems, right? Fuck that. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be this way. I want to not waste my time. What am I doing with my life anymore? It feels like I flushed a long time ago and this has all been one long ride down into the sewer with all the shit and piss I’ve saved up for myself just waiting at the bottom.
Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Really.
But I don’t know what I’m doing. I need help.
The Aberrant Escape
8-methyl-n-vanillyl-6-nonenamide:
I like to write poetry sometimes, here is one of them.
