Mr. Blue

I've accepted that you won't understand. You'll never get it. You'll never truly believe me. You. Are brilliant. You know how to say things through text that other people don't even know how to feel. You're my best friend. Honestly. Seriously. You're a retarded douche bag and completely oblivious to yourself. Your words are gloriously tragic. I ve accepted that you'll never know or grasp how inspiring you are. You. Keep me sane. Undoubtedly. You tell me to be okay, and you're often the only reason I am so. I meant it. I mean it. I love you.

The white dove dies red.

Perfection is suicide.
Perfection is disgusting and impossible, so just don't even try.
Perfection is a state of numbness towards yourself and everyone else. No paint on your hands. No calloused fingers from guitar strings. No messy bed hair, or mascara from last night.
To be perfect you must drop everything that makes you you.
So don't.
Because simply being who you are is ultimately more right.

Have a good day.

You're looking for something you can't find.
If you give it up you'll lose your mind.

Abundance, abundance.

Remember when you were a little girl and you'd go outside to look for lady bugs? You'd be out there for hours searching and not finding any,then eventually you would fall asleep in the grass. A long time later you would wake up and you were covered in lady bugs.

Well, that's kind of what love is like.

Merci beaucoup, mon copains.

I'm already: Heartbroken. Confused. Sad. Angry. And jealous.


Let's just add hurt to the list as well.

Heaven.

Once upon a time there was a small family. The parents had an image of an amazing home in their minds. A home where their children would know no pain, or fear. However, before this home could be built, the family had to live in a small apartment for awhile. The children were very very happy at the apartment. The parents were happy there, but not too happy because they understood what more was ahead of them. The children did not. When it was time to move to the new home, the children did not want to go. To them, the apartment was home. They figured if they were already so happy at this home, why should they go anywhere else? To the children, the small apartment was the only place they ever wanted to live.

When the parents finally convinced the children that their new home would be much better and far more glorious and charming, they left the apartment. The kids walked into their new home, the exact home that the parents had invisioned, and all was perfect. This home.. it was beyond the boundaries of the children's imagination. It was safe and beautiful and full of life. The previous bickering between the children and their parents about homes had dissolved. The family lived in harmony in that glorious haven of a home, where they would never again know fear or pain.

Cool story, bro.

Don't let your life become too casual.