this won’t make sense— i recognize it often doesn’t.
there is a trench between my feelings and thoughts
& an ocean between those and the words i wield.
but i am trying to not dress this thing up in feathers
scales, or to drown it out at sea. i’m trying to let it
come as is with as little control…
we were on the verge of nuclear war and we didnt give a shit but when yahoo makes an offering to buy tumblr we all start freakin out
Priorities, my friend.
(via the-legend-of-geeks)