I have come curiously close the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole
Defeated, I
Concede and move closer
I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness
How pitiful
It’s calling me
It’s calling me
It’s calling me
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret
My confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections
Pass over me
It’s source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Dont want to be down here soothing my narcissism, I
Must crucify the ego before it’s far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away
Before I pine away
Before I pine away
So crucify the ego before it’s far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that’s imagined and conceivable
Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
And let them pass right through
Bringing out our hope and reason
Before we pine away
Before we pine away
Before we pine away
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TOOL, Disposition, Reflection
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See I’m all like
missxinxgold:


and Austin is all like

and then I’m all like

This is ancient, but I still had it bookmarked. It was great to see you today, Steakums<3
I love you
And I get to see you tomorrow<3
It shouldnt be surprising
That one message from Her can just make my entire day seem better…
Sappy
Sad
Sucker
<3
Goodnight
I have a lot of friends.
But I dont have many that I can REALLY talk to.
And those that I can, I’m sure are sick of the same old problems.
So I’ll rant on tumblr.
Because I know so few of you personally, it’s cool.
I’m in a lot of pain today. I had a brain aneurysm about 5 years ago, had brain surgery, and a titanium clip was installed. It still hurts to this day… It’s hard to deal on days like this. I just wish I had someone I felt comfortable calling when I need a friendly voice to let me know that everything is okay…
I fucking love you Joe Hogan(;
Hemember, smoking the heefer is okay.
If you aint high by 2:00 in the afternoon, go fuck yourself.
I want to die… But instead I’ll smoke some weed, listen to some music, and probably cry.