I am drunk and your words have aided me into a realm of self analyzation that i have labeled as “Death Cab Drunk”. My thoughts are rambled and horribly “profound”. I amaze myself with each word I write only because of the level of difficulty there is to write them. I hate you Benjamin, therefore I’ve decided to download Drakes’s “Thank Me Later”. I’ll thank me later for the decision.1 note
We go outside to smoke, for a breath of fresh air.
We pay money to get a piece of paper that’ll make us money.
We bomb for peace.
We lie to others to get the honesty out of them.
We climb just to see how far the ground is.
We’re obsessed with contradictions.1 note