In my mid high school years all my brother’s friends left and graduated, they were practically my only friends at the time. I didn’t/don’t drink or smoke, my few friends from middle school began drinking, partying, and in turn never wanted to be around me because I was probably boring or something. I never had that one close friend in my entire life, the kind that you can always hang with no matter what, except for my friend who was a year younger than me but eventually stopped talking to me, began smoking, drinking, snorting everything out there even though I tried talking to him about it several times, and is now apparently unheard of by everyone that knew him. Everywhere I went, everyone I saw in school was talking about parties, drinking, smoking, it’s not an exaggeration. I didn’t give a shit to an extent. But when you hear the same stuff every day, all the time, when your friends don’t want to be with you because they’d rather be with a bottle, when you can’t find a single person, not one single person with the same or even similar mindset as you in the entire campus, it took a toll on me. I remember being in class next to a kid who talked nonstop about the same stuff, over and over, and literally tightening my fist and trying hard to hold back from punching him in the face, and the only reason I did hold back was because I was in my favorite class with my favorite teacher and I never wanted to disrespect him. I’d go to the restroom and come back to find my notebook written on in another class with shit like “Straight edge faggot” and knowing that a few of my friends had seen who it was that did it but never stood up or had the balls to do anything about it while I was gone. Being called a “Drug free faggot” behind my back in class by five guys who threw paper at me until I felt I had no option at the time but to try and fight them separately. They never “meant it” when they were alone. I never went to anyone, I never complained, I had to learn to deal with it on my own. I think it toughened me up and made me learn how some people are, it molded me and my thoughts and I don’t regret it because I learned, but it was a pretty shitty and lonely time for me that came with tons of realizations while being in my room staring at the ceiling on Saturday nights when there wasn’t a show around. Even now it’s hard to find people with similar mindsets who aren’t just lying or saying things just because I’m around them. I hope that time doesn’t come around again.

Sunday Sep 21 01:07am
Saturday Sep 20 09:14pm
Saturday Sep 20 02:28am

paperdemons:

Friendly reminder that Dia de Los Muertos is pretty much a funeral, and the dead being represented in the holiday are actual dead people who had families and friends and hopes and dreams. So just as you wouldn’t throw on black clothes and join a group of mourners because they look so fashionable in black, you shouldn’t paint your face and put marigolds in your hair and make altars because it looks cool to you. Thank.

Friday Sep 19 10:40pm

So run here baby
Put your little hand in mine
I’ve got something to tell you, woman
To ease your mind
When things go wrong
So wrong with you
It hurts me too

Friday Sep 19 02:39am

Friday Sep 19 01:17am
Friday Sep 19 12:40am

Interpol - Twice As Hard

Friday Sep 19 12:30am

rubyvroom:

Sorry for the extremely lengthy post on your dashes but this is so important

Thursday Sep 18 11:41pm
Wednesday Sep 17 08:12pm
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