Monday at the Hug and Pint
Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.

By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)

this is so true, reminds me of when people hear about people being depressed and they go “oh well at least you can use it as a source of inspiration and lift yourself out of it that way by doing something constructive”…load of rubbish

accidd:

smoking | Tumblr on We Heart It.

accidd:

smoking | Tumblr on We Heart It.

charlie sheenis

there we go
we are the ginger militia

there we go

we are the ginger militia

nooo

nooo

by me

by me

prettycolors:

#dfecfc

prettycolors:

#dfecfc

started saying “yeah” on the ends of sentences because juliet does it yeah

why can’t I still be a moody moody goth baby
I miss my long hair so much yeah

why can’t I still be a moody moody goth baby

I miss my long hair so much yeah

beauty

beauty