“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”—Bob Marley
I sit on my roof and I smoke. Stare across the street at the funeral home. And drive out past the factories on the gravel roads where it gets so dark. And I can see all the stars and I feel so small ‘round midnight. The paper says the whole world is on fire. But this street is quiet. The paper says the whole world is on fire. But this street is quiet… And the silence is the violence of sex and dying in the middle classes. The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the lower classes. The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the upper classes. My love overflows. My skull overflows. But my heart never breaks. We pray for petty things in our petty lives as if god has the time. There is a reason we feel so small when we’ve lost our reason to thrive. Everyone is fucked. Everyone is damned. But no one will open their eyes. Have you ever heard a joke like this before? I raise a toast to a genius god. I live in a big house with all of my friends. I sing these stupid songs. I roam all these highways. I hope it never ends. And when I think about it all it’s almost too much to bear. It’s hell and it opens your eyes. When I think about it all it’s almost too much to bear. It’s heaven and it opens your eyes.
Fuck you for asking but i’m not alright. Are you doing this for a reason or is it just out of spite? Spare me your bullshit, don’t pretend that you care.. because you know that I’m not alright. Every time I see you it tears me apart. Each word you bleed like a knife in my heart. Stop bothering me, I don’t have the strength to fight. Can’t you see that i’m not alright? ”I don’t even care about self-destruction anymore.. what’s the use?” I can’t even stand the sound of your name. I’m falling apart because of your games. I want to die, now I might. Don’t you get it?! I’m not alright!