Our Fill of Trouble

It almost bothers me how badly I want to experience “love,” yet I don’t ever let anyone close enough.

WAIT GUYS, HEY, HI, HAI! I’m back aha.

Well, it certainly has been a while since I have paid you any mind and I find myself saying that quite often to you, dearest Tumblr. Fortunately we always manage to find our way back to eachother. How tragic if we hadn’t. Anyhow, for tonight, instead of posting the usual artsy pictures with terribly manipulated effects, I feel the need to vent, complain, confide, and update. What better place to start than the beginning, right? I suppose it’s simply said, but I am not entirely sure where that is.

I feel as if I’m the only one that occasionally writes anything on here, instead of only posting and re-posting ridiculously repulsive pictures. Oh well. Anyways, it has been quite sometime since my last login to Tumblr, and I know I only come back when I’m in need of a secure spot to write my obnoxiously jumbled thoughts down, but I have not entirely forgotten about you, dearest Tumblr, only momentarily.

I have made some decisions lately that seem to have left those who care about me most, in the dust. How unfortunate, right? The weird part is, it hardly phased me at all. Sure, I was upset. But that only lasted about a day, tops. I find it almost frightening how easily I can push something out of my mind. It’s almost effortless. I know it doesn’t matter to anyone, but I can’t help but feel like I really don’t give a fuck. Oh wait… That’s because I don’t.

Things always change, I’ve known that for quite awhile. But why is it that when the time has come for the adjustment, I am so shocked by it’s arrival? As if it was unexpected, when in reality I knew it was coming all along. I will never be really sure of why this is, but I do know that this constant changing will never change.

burnnowthinklater:

NEVER

Sotrue.

Chelsea, blow jobs are like pizza. When it’s good, it’s really good, and when it’s shitty, it’s still pretty good.

— Meekle.

MMMMMM JONNY CRAIG DICKZ.

(Source: alexuscreature)

My uncle is telling me about his sex life with other men.

“I’m not a slut. Sluts have sex with anyone. I’m a whore. Us whores have sex a lot, but we are picky about it.”

When you think you have got the whole world in your hands, don’t take it for granted, because sooner rather than later it’s going to crumble to pieces.

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GREETINGS. FROM TREY’S MANCAVE.

More ink this week. Whassup then?

“No harm befalls the righteous but the wicked have their fill of trouble.”

Tattoo appointment today at 5. What’s good!