F. Scott Fitzgerald (via whorings)
(Source: bez0ar, via masqueraderain)
I asked my brother what happens if a person dies before they even start paying off their school loans.
He eyed me suspiciously saying “they either wipe it or transfer it to someone else or something.”
“Not that I wanna die” I said.
Big lie. No, I don’t want to willingly kill myself. I’m just scared of the money part.
If the rest of my career will consist of working only to chuck money away to the government, it’d be like I’m dead anyways … right?
Love Poem by TrueVirtue on Flickr.
(Source: menormalgail)
Your knuckles are bruised from a losing flight”
I don’t know why I thought I could do better.
It’s just that after you’ve done something wrong, taken some time to yourself to think it all over and sort out what went wrong, barely noticing the little that still went right, you think… Why the hell couldn’t I do it?
And you continue on with life thinking those were stupid mistakes, feeling pumped for the next obstacles because now you know what to do, and how to react.
But you’ll never know how anything’s really going to go down until it happens. And then history repeats itself, leaving you down and out of control once again.
Stupid, stupid me.
Gotye: Somebody That I Used To Know - Jeremy Passion (by ReloadSessions)
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This is not your heaven. It’s mine. on Flickr.
Currently reading “The Five People You Meet In Heaven” by Mitch Albom.
