I cannot express enough the level at which I never want children.
They say it’s your birthday 🙂
Happy b-day good sir.
Look at the babiesssssss.
Taking my old beaten up guitar
and walking to the bridge behind my place
There’s no reason to ask me how I’m feeling
Just trace the lines on my face
No I haven’t been here long, and I’m not planning to stay
I don’t know who will miss me at the end of the day
Is it obvious my socks are different colors
And that I can’t tell my up from my down?
Nothing needs forgiving, I just feel I’m living
Backwards, inside out, and twisted around
But my shields are up now and I’ll make it somehow.
Mardi Gras meets Day of the Dead? Brightened my day anyway! (Taken with instagram)
…I get quiet inside. I get what other[s] get from things. I just feel better and it’s good to feel better, whenever you can, not needing a reason.
-Charles Bukowski, “The Railroad Yard”