My names Jay. Nothing much to know about me, uhh. Life is ruined; I'm 18.
Coming down like angel wings
Drink on the top of some magazine
Powder on the glass smells like gasoline
My brain just keeps on vacuuming
Hiding in the tub with Rhapsody
Drowning oh-so happily
One more cut or catastrophe
Is this my blood or is it blasphemy?
I hear my voice keep asking me,
"If I can't live what can I be?"
"If I can speak, why can't I scream?"
"If I can't die why can I bleed?"

 

Haven’t been on tumblr for awhile, but here’s some OC… 

Haven’t been on tumblr for awhile, but here’s some OC… 

It’s ironic. Lorde speaks about all of these pop artists out there like they are Kings and Queens, how they all are “Unattainable” when in all reality she has talent far beyond any pop artist in America. She speaks her mind on them and gets hate on it from all of their fans but that doesn’t stop her, and her voice gets heard by them. Maybe she’s what this country needs. A foreigner that made fame in a month who overthrew the billboard charts and made them her own and molded them out of their corrupted state.  I know it’s just music, but “Music” is what influences our Generations and it’s important.

"What’s the most frustrating part about being teacher?"
"I think it’s getting increasingly difficult to convince my students that what I’m teaching is relevant to their lives. They see a world where the path to success is much more muddled, and social skills are beginning to seem more important than academics. It’s hard to instill the importance of memorization when information is so freely and instantly available."

atomicsapphire:

hotbandimaginesandsmut:

hotbandimaginesandsmut:

I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

This came up on my dash again

I wish I could have met you, grandpa…

atomicsapphire:

hotbandimaginesandsmut:

hotbandimaginesandsmut:

I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

This came up on my dash again

I wish I could have met you, grandpa…

"My girlfriend and I aborted a child a couple of weeks ago."
"I’m sorry for your loss."
"We didn’t lose anything. It was a choice."
"Were both of you equally on board with the decision?"
"She followed my lead, which made it tougher I guess. But I’ve got so much going on right now, and she just opened her own theater show. It’s just not the right time."
"How’s the aftermath been?"
"You know, I always thought of abortion as a common thing. I’m a liberal guy. Pro-choice and everything. But I never imagined how bloody painful it was going to be."
"Do you mind if I post your story?"
"With my picture? I’d prefer not."

I don’t understand why you criticize your peers, when in all reality you’re no better than them. In all reality, to be blunt, you’re a whore. They’re whores, you’re a whore, lets all just, accept this, and make a better next generation instead of criticizing one another, okay? Whore.  -Teenagers these days, grow up.

Bea did say something interesting to me today though
when someone can make you feel emotional extremes
like as sad as you can possibly be
or as happy as you’ve ever been
that’s a good description of what love is like.