lindsay troope

Apr 18

sarahjeanalex:

if you cant handle me at popcorn cigarette, you don’t deserve me at wine oxycodone chocolate

Apr 17
Apr 17

Ballard of something real:

And the physical items feel like real things. Even though, they, when you finally get them, feel like the dust you brush off your hands.
And you know this at first want; at first sight. You have that tiny window, or vision that these things, shitty toys, or games, or
clothing, you want are the thing that will finally and infinitely bring some sort of endless fulfillment that will comfort you
till your last days.

Don’t worry, this is a completely human thing, maybe.                             Or, unless I’m wrong and what I’m talking about now is a rejection or
a step away from anything very human. I talk/write in cliches. You think/do in cliches.

Because you feel so real for ‘that’ time, this, I think, will make you subconsciously start searching for then the next ‘thing’
that will make you invent a paradigm of the authenticate for your life. Go on. Think now. What do you want? That job? That
grade? That sporting achievement? That ‘idea’ that none of your peers will ever think of so that makes you
automatically better/smarter than all of them? You go do all that stuff.

You want to be smarter. You want to be better. And this is the fucking
problem. You want all that is possible/impossible. And what makes it impossible is the fact that is it so damn possible. But, we are humans,
we are only going to achieve the things that humans always achieve. Failure or Success. The truth is that they are both the same thing.
So do it. Do it till your hands are scarred and the veins in your head don’t ever recede. Be human and want and create and fuck up cause it’s all
the same; but we have to advance some how, we have to choose something. And we do. So don’t cry if you’re not chosen. Because another like you will be chosen. And that will be great.
And something had to be chosen. This couldn’t have all just hit a brick wall.
And truth is, I’m only writing this because I want myself to be chosen. I want myself to be free of all you motherfuckers and rise above.
Fuck, and I would say I hate myself because I want this but I know that I’m being false cause this sentence is just a distraction from me raping
the graveyards of your ancestors and being chosen myself. So go. Do. Rape me till I can’t take no more, and the seas will be filled with infinite words from non-finite beings.

Fuck this fucking world till it is full with art to the brim and can’t move accept marvel in the understanding and interpretation in every
step a motherfucker takes. Take Jesus to his face and say, “But what about this”. Take Buddha in your arms and say “But you didn’t look at this motherfucker.”
Take Vladimir Putin in your jeans and say “but you never experienced this fucking hard rod up your behind. peace.

I need to drink less.

Mar 24

And he wrote fast because he felt if he wrote fast then he wouldn’t have the time to disagree with his writing.

Mar 23
sorryhouse:

review of i will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together by mira gonzalez
Mar 23

sorryhouse:

review of i will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together by mira gonzalez

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jlrobinson:

Can we talk about this shirt my friend just got
Mar 23

jlrobinson:

Can we talk about this shirt my friend just got

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Mar 23

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