"I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boats,
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much, that it makes me sick,
And even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you not around,
and the fact that you didn’t call…
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.”
(Source: turbulenta-mente, via savemeamazeme)
If you’re battling a mental illness and didn’t want to wake up this morning but did anyways, you’re a motherfucking badass. Because living with a mental illness is hard and I’m damn proud of you for still being here and fighting. You’re metal as hell and tough as nails. So keep on fighting, you kickass Viking warrior. You can win this.
A Degree in Musical Theater. You may not be able to solve a math problem. But you will know how to solve a problem like Maria.
"This city is like an open sewer, it’s full of filth and scum. Sometimes I can hardly take it." - Taxi Driver (1976)
(Source: tonysavicki, via vintagegal)