- love yourself like kanye loves himself
- believe in yourself like kanye believes in himself
- know you’re the shit like kanye knows he’s the shit
Should I stay here? Is another two years of learning what I really need? I’ve had quite the experience but maybe I want something different. Maybe I go back home in September. Get a job, save my money, move somewhere else. Audition for something. Save my money, move another place. I don’t know anymore. I can’t tell where I’m going with each path. Its so difficult to decide on these parts of life. Its frustrating and exhausting and I’m losing my mind over it. Maybe I die. Sweet death…but I haven’t completed everything in my heart yet so death must wait. I think I’m spending too much of my parents money here. Its outrageously expensive and no matter what they say, I know we can’t afford two more years of this. I will find a way to make my dreams come true, but not on their dime. I will pay them back. I’ll be doing that for the rest of my life. Perhaps I go home and go to technical school. Get a degree in something thats not dance that will probably come in handy . This is making me sick.
I have been pretending to be happy here. I have just opened a bunch of doors that I will have to step back through and cause more pain and torment to the heart. I am a dancer but its different here. The standard seems different. I feel lost again. I am lost again. I am grateful for the training. It keeps me on my game, but its actually not what I am feeling for right now. At this moment in time, I would like to be home. Perhaps its my cold talking. No, I know I’m homesick. Its part of growing up. Part of being a real human in this world. Leaving the nest. Well let me get my wings together.
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours. — Charles Bukowski (via eamonator)
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This Explains Everything
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i really love this