I have no problem acting like I’m 12, in perpetuity.
Good game, everyone.
I’ve used my lungs
For everything but breathing
I owe you one galaxy.
She’s the only one who knows what it is to burn.
Haters gonna hate.
This definitely brings new meaning to the phrase “Ghost ride the whip.”
Sunday morning
Watching the city sleep
Dreams are shining
Finally they’re within reach
I know that someday we will surely find it.
I want to be here. Now.
Ethereal reflection.
Someone once told me
That it is best to be unadorned
But how could they possibly know
Have they ever supported the weight of the world?
My shoulders, pillars of steel
My mind, a computational anomaly
My heart, an instrument of the truest love
The things I have carried, incomprehensible to most
I will not be governed by hate or fear
Nor will I tally my wins and losses
Calloused hands, obscured scars, passionate memories
And a five o’clock shadow that puts George Clooney to shame
Will silently spill my soul
Into the infinite continuum of the collective knowledge of the universe
No longer shall we opt to lose battles to win the war
When all mankind understands
That our own ego is the only real enemy
Find your truth and speak it
Seek peace and pursue it
May your glass always be half-full
May the ends of the tunnels you travel always yield light
My legacy will be the unmatched brightness
Of a thousand shining suns.
Bring me the moon.
(via y-e-a-h-h-h)
Do good in the world for no other reason than for the sake of doing good. Or do it because Karma is a mother.