Dont let anyone tie you down. Even when shit hits the fan, you stay strong, keep your head up. Your life doesnt revolve around school, dont let it. Live your life for who you are and what you are, not who you have to pretend to others. Let no one hold you back from flying. You have wings, now use them. Fly free
“My father was initially diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2000 or 2001. His doctor gave him six months. He went home, curled up on the couch, and stayed there for two days. On the third day he sat up, announced to his wife “I’m not dead yet” (probably not in the Monty Python voice), and proceeded to play guitar, watch football, and get drunk. Through several months of treatment and testing, his cancer went into remission, and he lived - happily and healthily - until new tumors were discovered in 2008. He died early Christmas Day, 2009. Less than a week before his death, he was performing with his band at a local pub - just as he had for all his adult life. He never stopped doing what made him happy, and when he passed he was surrounded by people who loved him, loved being around him, loved the person he was and the person he inspired others to be. His last words to me were “What are YOU so worried about?” as I helped him back into his hospital bed. He never stopped joking around. He fought cancer with hope. He didn’t hate what his life had become. He didn’t spew bile about the illness all the time. Yes, he bitched occasionally - he had every right to. Yes, he had days where he was in pain or couldn’t eat. Yes, the treatments were often just as bad, if not worse, than the effects of the cancer itself. None of this mattered to him though. He just enjoyed his life, as much as he possibly could, until his time was up. He was probably the strongest person I will ever know, and it’s not because he was strong in the face of cancer. It’s because he had the courage to live his life the way he wanted. We’re all dying right now. Every one of us. I could die tomorrow. You might feel robbed of the vague promise of longevity, but really you’ve been given permission to infuse your life with all the joy, enthusiasm, and reckless abandon most people wistfully reserve for their retirement. You don’t have to wait for the right job, the right person, the right season, the right place. You’ve been granted the right to live your life the best way you can, right now. And there are thousands of people here cheering you on. So, do the things you’ve always wanted to do. Or just do the things that make you happy. Fill your time with enjoyment and appreciation. We should all be living our lives this way, because we could die at any moment. Be kind to yourself, stay hopeful, and love what you have. My thoughts are with you.”
puppycore-deactivated20110830 asked: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
I fucking love V!
puppycore-deactivated20110830 asked: OH OH OH HENRY BALDWIN?
and who would you be? :)
youcanthandleswaglikethis-deact asked: how are u and mmmooooooooooooooniccccccccccaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?
u dont have to post this, u can just write me another message
we’re good thanks :)
youcanthandleswaglikethis-deact asked: eh a mixture of things
how are you?
A conundrum of wonders
I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go
I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside
