“We are the dubstep generation, we are the ravers, we are the druggies, we are the gamers, we are the stoners, we are the cliches, we are the partyers, we are the douchbags, we are the perfectionists, we are the alcoholics, we are the idiots out running the cops, we are young, we are an unstoppable force to be reckoned with
we are the people our parents warned us about.”—(via princesspgiw)
jesus christ i am not a rational person. not at all. not one little fucking bit.
sure, it’s probably benign. sure, it’s PROBABLY just a deposit of fatty tissue.
but for fuck sakes what if it isn’t?
what the FUCK am I going to do then?
like.. no. my life will fall apart. we had plans, you know. we were supposed to move in together, work together. spend our evenings playing video games together or watching stupid movies or zombie shows or partying or getting high.
i can’t move in with a cancer patient. i can’t fucking party with a cancer patient. what.. what the fuck am I going to do? i mean.. i.. just can’t. you know. like, i’m so fucking neurotic and in every single situation my brain always automatically jumps to the worst possible outcome every single time and I just can’t even deal with it.
“this place was never the same again after you came and went
how can you say you meant anything different to anyone standing alone
on the street with a cigarette on the first night we met
look to the past and remember a smile, and maybe tonight i can breathe for a while
i’m not in the scene
i think i’m falling asleep
but then all that it means is i’ll always be dreaming of you”—blink-182