Whenever I listen to them I get this bad ass fucking feeling. I just feel like I can just fuck shit up. One day, it’s going to bite me in the ass, but that’s okay because I won’t stop listening to North Korea any time soon.
Grab his collar then just swing away. 6 tooth smile, 6 tooth smile.
I’m going to lay out on my grass sometime between 3-5 a.m. in hopes of catching a glimpse. I texted my best friend to sleep over and accompany me but she’s at her boy toy’s house. I guess I’m riding solo tonight.
Me, the moon, and hopefully the sight of a meteor shower. I dig it.
Today, I got sent home early because my dad had to do a pick up and had nothing to leave me with. Anyway, I got home while it was pouring out and no one was here. Me, being the weirdo that I am thought it would be relaxing to go and lay outside.
I laid on my grass, closed my eyes and just relaxed in the rain. It honestly felt great. I need people who would do things like this with me.
“Listen to your being. It is continuously giving you hints; it is a still, small voice. It does not shout at you, that is true. And if you are a little silent you will start feeling your way. Be the person you are. Never try to be another, and you will become mature. Maturity is accepting the responsibility of being oneself, whatsoever the cost. Risking all to be oneself, that’s what maturity is all about.”—Osho (via nirvikalpa)
Too many people that know me in real life follow me. It’s kind of frustrating because half of them probably think I’m weird with a lot of the stuff I post on here, lol. I liked it when basically no one I knew followed me. But it’s such a hassel to create a whole new tumblr and get all my followers back (minus the ones that know me) haha. Fuck.