It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
I knew I matured when I realized every situation doesn’t need a reaction. Sometimes you just have to leave people to continue to do the lame shit that they do.

this is gonna be a long and stressful week i can already tell

generallylatefortea:

I feel so much better and I’m going meditate

circumcising:

are we gonna have sex or are you going to continue to like my posts

emptyparkinglot2am:

I would sit in a parking lot with you at 2am

grandmafupa:

Painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk

dillon francis & jimmy hendrix btb what a beautiful set :’)

visual-poetry:

»human right$« by anatol knotek

visual-poetry:

»human right$« by anatol knotek

taylorburk:

What dreams are made of. Banff National Park, Alberta. 
www.taylorburk.com

taylorburk:

What dreams are made of. Banff National Park, Alberta. 

www.taylorburk.com