Piles of failed aspirations

Just a lump of misplaced dreams and expectations,

A would be junior at my school died in a car accident this past summer. People say they miss him for his loving personality and accepting attitude towards everyone but was that really true? I only saw him three times and all three times he was spouting racist, extremely hateful stuff. Did I just happen to catch him on bad days?

Are some people saying they miss him just for the ‘likes’ they’ll get on facebook? How many people actually miss him? Was he actually a good kid, did he do anything to stand out?

It’s a shame he died so young, but I honestly cannot say I’ll miss him at all. Mostly because I didn’t know him well though.
Requiescat in pace, Sam.

Reblogged from quietlobo


happens so pitifully often ()

it’s not pitiful that is happens. Everyone needs to talk; some more than others. 

There were a few people a while back who actually did reach out to me, and I said I was fine and they hella knew I was lying my ass off and I hope they’ll forgive me. But I also hope that they keep their promise to be there when I finally do decide to share my demons with them. 

Just wait a while longer, ok? 


I can’t frickin wait to get out of this house. I just want to do my schoolwork, hang out for a while and then sleep. On that same note though, I’m scared that i’ll go crazy when I’m off alone. But i guess when that day comes, i’ll be able to talk with people until 4am and actually get better.

Never thought i’d see the day that I can’t wait to get out of the house, but here it is.


No more goose chasing, I’m done with you. I simply don’t have the luxury of being able to try and maintain these kinds of bonds. I’ll still be here, if you do decide to open up some day, but for now, I won’t be knocking on your door. Naturally, I wish you good fortune, and wisdom in all that you aspire to do and become. Until that day, goodbye, old friend.

"two people who were once very close can
without blame
or grand betrayal
become strangers.
perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world."

Reblogged from resplendentcactus

Warsan Shire (via allthingselegant)


PSA from depressed cats. 
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PSA from depressed cats. 

Drawn by Emm [tumblr | shop]

Someday I’ll actually loosen up enough and just shoot the shit with you. Memories of the past can’t compare to new experiences, no? 

Perhaps it’s time to retire this blog! Maybe, just maybe. 


wait this is me

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wait this is me

(Source: terrariumm)

Someday this stuff will surface prematurely, and something will finaly happen.
Or it will all pass, and I’ll look back on these times with a bittersweet recollection of emotions felt, the thoughts that ran rampant.