Damned to any which way.
Go ahead, make my day...no, really.
This is not a blog. This is me and you realizing that we are going to be stuck in the same room for more than an hour. This is waking up on Christmas day and finding no snow on the ground. This is nineteen years of Josh, loving being alone, but hating being lonely. This is, to be honest, more than a little shitty. But, so is life, that some were meant to be socially inept. I can't hope to create anything other than weird static noise, a knock on the back door, or a bloom of an electric flower with this unnamed thing- but whatever comes from this, is genuinely personal. My true beliefs, interests, and so-and-on. I can't promise that this thing that I am making will be interesting to anyone, but then what is the point of even trying? This is a statement: We are all masters of our own domain. So, though this may be a worthless attempt, at least an attempt was made. Because this is not a blog. This is my footnote.


country music, or as I like to call it, “farm emo”

"Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’"
— Dude on OKC with the best pick up lines I have ever heard (via katamarang)



I hate it when you are having a bad day and everyone takes it personally, like no i hate myself, not you. get the fuck over yourself.

wow i’m actually so glad this post has been made

Awww shit this is gonna be awesome.

Awww shit this is gonna be awesome.


Willie Watson is not real.

I know your conscience still echoes my name.


I have been, and always shall be, your friend. Live long and prosper.

I didn’t mean to do it but I managed to sync up the hand drops

"I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much."
— Unknown 
(via c-oquetry)


(via unionspecific)