I won’t worry about my problems

I won’t worry about my problems.
I’ll let them slip through the cracks.
I’ll look the other way and 
watch the sun go down.
Tomorrow is another day

I won’t worry about my problems
I’ll brush them off
I’ll let them swim away 
to another place
Just stay away from me

I won’t worry about my problems
I’ll put them in a box in my closet
I’ll put them deep inside
because…
Thats where they reside

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A cyclist in Richmond Park

stanleychowillustration:

A cyclist in Richmond Park

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“Your beliefs will be the light by which you see, but they will not be what you see and they will not be a substitute for seeing.”
~Flannery O’Connor from Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose 
photo by Stephan Geyer (Taken with Instagram)

beingblog:

“Your beliefs will be the light by which you see, but they will not be what you see and they will not be a substitute for seeing.”

~Flannery O’Connor from Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose

photo by Stephan Geyer (Taken with Instagram)

Home is where the heart is

feeling a little out of place,
i need to get back in line. 
this isn’t the same. 
I want to be back home. 
Am i someone’s dream, 
wake them up. 
I don’t want to be a puppet in a dream .
I want to walk without strings
Make my own direction
Dream my own dream 
See things my way.
A place with no boundaries
a sancuary with no outside presence
i need some air that hasn’t been polluted.
Polluted with hate, ideas, thoughts, peer pressure.
I can’t breathe these complaints.
I need some time alone 
who knows what is my idea when everything is polluted
i’m looking for a sancuary
i’m looking for my home

kochalka:

Grinning Idiot.

kochalka:

Grinning Idiot.

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Me replying to my friends status about her turning 17 . In story form

Wow, isn’t this just hunky-doory.
this calls for the tale from when i turned 17. Its seems not too long ago but for being such a distance away.
I woke that morning not feeling any-bit older.. walking around in a gaze, not realizing that i drank all the goats milk i had to go out and milk my goats wilma and tracy. they were the hottest Goats in the world. Everday i had to fend off thousands of Beastiality rapists. At this time my soul purpose was defending my precise wilma and tracy but this very ocassion i had things to be done today. So i left my Goats with my bestest freind ash catch-em. By this time Ash was a wash up pokemon trainer, this was after being shocked so many times from pikachu he grew a rather large tumur in his Colon, So i’m sure i don’t need to explain his issue with pooping and peeing. So i left them in care of my friend with peeing and pooping issues. 
I was heading down the long road leading out my acre estate, Along the way i am greeted by two small elephant boys that have odd symbols emgraved on their skulls. They stop me in mid tracks out of breathe. Resting in front of me gasping from the journey they just took. After all the heavy breathing they told me i was the choosen one. They explained to me i was the chocolate man [remember me telling you about my michael jackson condition where i grow whiter throughout years, at this time i was blacker than wesley snipes] in their prophecy. I was foretold to travel the distance of seven suns,Swiftly glide through the temple of tickles and climb candy mountain revealing the Gully of one hudread hiccups, than arriving at the glove of Immortality. They told me the calue of this glove on their tribe. they told me they were in need of immortality because their chief Was very sick and was needed to keep the blood line a float. After hearing all this i was said “Hey bitches if you are done complaining i have a party to attend too” leaving this odd looking people behind me i reach the curb at the end of the road where my good friend was waiting for me Bentley, oops i meant Bent lee. Lee just loved to be bent and rode.. its odd i know. but he took us anywhere we wanted to go. and it was convient too because both our cheetahs were in the shop.
We are now at the party, my Australian friend Nickles was all over jebalia . This party was already out of control . Pumping with life, we all circled me and watched as i chugged 10 pixie sticks downed a bottle of jones. by this time everyone knew i was not gonna remember anything of this night.. and so this was true!
I only remember Glimpses of odd occurrences. I saw twelve tall chicken wings dancing in a line. A couple of friends rolling in poop. and me and Nickles running from Optomus prime.
And besides all this.. i woke up with two elephant boys ash and wilma and tracy at my feet .. naked. 
Lets hope you have a safe birthday Sarah.
Make sure to wear your tonka trucks with caution

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Jesus said hello to me the other day

The sickness run through me. 
runs down my nerves, Bleeding past these tears. 
buliding inside me; 
this Empire of broken dreams. 
left helpless, with evil inside. 
i scream out to the world, 
the cry for forgivness. 

this twisted fear that nobody’s there. 
reaching out to the air, looking for a hand. 
Someone to pick me up from here. 
The days lengthen with each heartbeat; 
until time will stand still 
standing here like a scarecrow 
watching the people go. 

In a instant, the feeling goes. 
Vitimized by society, spat out 
and made to be nothing more 
than a outcast looking in. 
Looking into oblivion. 
trying to find a feeling, 
a feeling of Desire, of necessity. 
To be needed beyond belief.

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