Holding hands not being love and small gestures of appreciation not being friendship; loves amplified most when not being around someone or you wonder what they’re doing. Humans with a longing to cherish another, I wonder what is genuine and not. A diner napkin to wipe away the snot. The only thing that brings back the feeling of unwrapping Christmas presents is making money, enters the adult world chasing childhood feelings. Innocent longing, real evil motives. A speck of dust on human existence, in reality a 70 year life. To breathe and survive but only for a second, even though it feels like an eternity; is it to you. That’s all you know and then you die with it. Remember being small, remember being medium, and eventually you will forget being old after you remember it for a little bit. Hold on to the best memory you’ve ever had. It keeps me up at night thinking about what to do to leave a small mark in life. Balancing a 9-5 isn’t going to do it, but how to find time and money to fund something else is a real question.
(via furs)
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1992waroftheroses said:
underwater boy! i was listening to this song 2 days ago! :0 i remember the caption jimmyblues1 liked this
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