After having two children and then getting married, Stephanie and I felt legitimately grown up. I was twenty-three years old and she was twenty. This made living with my mother even more depressing. We were still broke and still struggled to get jobs that weren’t temporary and meaningless. We had to do something; something had to change. Reluctantly, I looked toward education. I got terrible...
There’s no mountain i can’t climb There’s no tower too high,...– Eminem. My Dad’s Gone Crazy
Nobody Knows 3
A king, no throne A dog, no bone Never at my home Spend most my time alone Too much time with my own thoughts And even though I’m good at thinking When I take it too far Sometime I feel I’m sinking Self-imposed isolation is driving me crazy But just maybe It’s what I need or some sort of consolation Cuz I’m already crazy And baby Maybe I need you to save me But you’re not here Or even near And I...
thejasmineflower asked: Your poems are beautiful & touching. They make me reflect and I feel calmer after reading them.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via tmongold)