My name's Anthony. I am 19 years of age. I like punk shows, 2 AM diner trips, and being with my girlfriend. I write poetry. My insomnia keeps my blog going.
The cobbled foundation, so simply begotten, stands monolithic.
Wander, swift fox. For love is gone, fertility has passed.
Wander, swift fox. For love is gone.
I don’t think people realise how hard it is to re-discover the person you were before depression or even try to remember your own personality
“Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide. ” — Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted
A collection of euphoria.
I have seen hell.
i have stared into the abyss, and it stared back
Hello? Yes I’d like to believe in Jesus now. Thank you.
This is what happens when you roll high intelligence and low everything else
One of the best scenes of Malcolm in the Middle ever.
that fucking kid took one for the team
i will do a lot of things but admitting im cold to my mum who told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them