lol thanks bro for that great talk! I love being criticized and railed about something i didnt even do. yep. i sure hit somebodys car and lied about it to my parents. totally! FUNK YOU NO SOME IDIOT BACK UP INTO MY FUCKING CAR AND DRIVE AWAY!!! sorry its so fucking hard for you to believe me. my brother of all people. if you cant trust me, then who will? silly me for thinking you were my best friend. your girlfriend is changing you. i miss my brother. the real you. the one that would stand by me. what the fuck happened.
if i listen to my music loud enough you dont exist
intentions
well fuck me that conversation was hard as shit but its best he knows my intentions. i was in too deep.
just found out mom and dad are sending me to NYC for 5 days for my 18th birthday… HELL FUCKING YES
The Infinite is bliss. There is no bliss in anything finite. Infinity only is bliss. This Infinity, however, we must desire to understand.
Where one sees nothing else, hears nothing else, understands nothing else, that is the Infinite. Where one sees something else, hears something else, understands something else, that is the finite. The Infinite is immortal, the finite is morta
— The Upanishads (via asistumbletothelightof-grace)
Tonight’s Braking News
Teenage girl crashes airplane.
Cause: broken heart.
sooooooooooooooooooooooo alex comes home thursday… yeahhhhhhhhhhh
Impressions of a Pilot
Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the joy that swells within;
To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
And know the warmth of a clear spring sky;
Then back to earth at the end of a day,
Released from the tensions which melted away.
Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night;
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I’d do it again;
For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know,
I was born to fly.
