Sometimes I think my house is the biggest mess and then I go to somebody’s house and realize my house is seriously clean and amazing.
I wanna show this post to Caitlin because I walk into our apartment and I see that it’s like a shrine for Mr. Clean but she sees the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
#tonight is fine
…it’s just that my highs are so high and my lows are lower than rock bottom’s basement and they said that will happen probably for the rest of my life.
I guess it’s true when they say that the hardest part of recovering is not really being sure if you want to recover at all.
See why I want a new brain?
Listening to my 18 year old brother speak just makes me realize how ignorant and dumb and unaware I am.
This kid knows too much for his own good.
It’s overwhelming sometimes how proud I am of him.
My gay brother and my Filipino and very very catholic and religious father are talking about the Catholic Church.
If this doesn’t scream interesting, I don’t know what does.
That or disaster.
"There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night and the leaves don’t abandon their trees to the light. Where the skies always clear and the summer never ends. Won’t you take me there?"