is pointless. The more I’m immersed in it, the more I don’t understand. How is poisoning your body every night to the point of blacking out cool? How is it entertaining to only have friends you can drink with? How is inhaling disgusting tar into your lungs enjoyable? Why the fuck do smokers think their poison isn’t infecting everyone else? How can people be so inconsiderate as to...
the car accident is the best thing that ever happened to my life. Were it not for this one single monumental event, I might not fully appreciate what it means to be alive everyday. There’s nothing like waking up with 35 staples down your abdomen and half your extremities in casts to think “Damn, its great to still be breathing.”
I am astoundingly confused how this generation can actually watch this girl/be inspired by her/deem her as a role model.
My New Year’s Resolution is to take a photo everyday for the year. I’m uploading them all here if anyone feels inclined to want to view them.