I got super high last night and all I could think of was how peaceful it would be to live alone in a simple house with a prosperous garden surrounded by only the things I love and the people I choose to be around, losing the sense of obligation to do something profound in a vast ocean of supposed individuality and constant competition.
I legit miss being forced to do PE. At least I was fit. I need to get in shape and start eating healthy again so bad it fucking sucks.
Looking for a place to live and a roommate preparing to be heartbroken and depressed as fuck at the end of the month so if anyone wants to live with me and deal with that let me know
Smashing Pumpkins // Luna
Remind me to listen to nothing but Smashing Pumpkins for the remainder of the week. I used to listen to nothing but Siamese Dream and Gish and it was such a peaceful time in my life that I took for granted.
I need to get serious about reading some Bukowski.