“Why are artists so troublesome? Can’t they just offer us beauty, morality, and a damn good story?”

this is fucking good.

hollievespertine:

I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.

can we all agree that this is bullshit? let’s all get naked and go blind and find new mothers and fathers like naked mole rats.

I’m afraid of being afraid of human nature. that’s all you need to know to know me. let’s wrap up the tents, the circus’s leavin town, that’s all. I’m vain and I want self-acceptance. woah, I just meant to say acceptance.

fuck me til it’s over, I just want to know how to be raw.

am I supposed to defend my parents? isn’t that backwards? you can’t escape your history.

I want to be able to drink paint and cover my body in paint, make rorschach patterns until I pass out.

building new muscles is crippling. that’s figurative, too. you gotta suffer…

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