We’re all lost creatures and we all punish ourselves for pleasure.
I kind of hate everyone,
I pass judgement as soon as I can,
I try to love everyone.
There is no God? There has to be a God.
Where is my soul and how did it get there?
Oh! So just be myself and the rest will come?
How can we be individuals when we’re all technically the same?
Beings being beings of repetition.
Skinny jeans and flannel for you,
dreads and tattoos for that guy.
Nothing is original but you’re all so unique.
Who are we trying to impress?
Doesn’t anyone understand that we’re only here for a certain number of seconds?
Stop bitching and start paying attention.
Yes, your life is moving. No, you can't take that back.
You can do a million “big things",
but how big do they have to be,
for strangers to care when you die?
Big things don’t matter at all.
Small things really make the difference. (Science told me that.)
Take care of your friends and your family but mostly your heart.
Quit trying to be cooler than you are. You’re cooler that way.
Maybe if I stop wanting it, it will actually come.
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