the good thing about me is that you can not talk to me for 3 weeks and then talk to me and I’ll be fine and still care about you the same way I did before
the bad thing is that I do that to people and they don’t understand that sometimes I just don’t feel like interacting with people.
if you ever want to hold a boys hand, just tell them you could beat them arm wrestling. they can’t back down from that challenge
Why should I worry? Why do I freak out? God knows what I need.
Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive. I think we have a real interesting, kind of debate or a real kind of introspection that we have to go through to figure out; What do people mean while they’re on this earth? Buddy Guy said his mom used to tell him ‘Don’t bring me flowers when I’m dead, bring them to me when I can smell them’, you know. Because one day you’re gonna be 80 years old, covered in liver spots, having people help us out of the chair while yelling at them ‘I can get myself out of this chair!’ and talking about the great times we had in life. Pain throws your heart to the ground, you know what I mean? Love turns the whole thing around. You know what I’m saying? Just get it off to people while they’re alive. Appreciate everything while you have it.