Everyday you’re in my thoughts. We’ve said few words to each other in the span of these 20 years, and yet everyday I dream of the things I might say to you.
I know I’m supposed to love you, but yet I hate you so badly. And then I hate myself, I hate what you’ve made me. I thought being away from you would help me overcome this constant agonizing struggle.
Sometimes I wish you were a shittier person, so that you would be easier to hate. But as it is you’re just a bitter old man now, obsessed with making me and my brother follow your discarded dreams.
Just once I wish you’d actually give me guidance and not bullshit me. Just once.
I’m so filled with this pain and struggle, with accusing you of things that you have both nothing to do with and yet everything to do with.
I don’t think this will be for forever, I know one day you’ll be gone, and so I started a long time ago to try to bear with you, to understand that you’re from a different time a different place. I do my best to show you that as fucked up and wretched as you are, I still love you. Loving you I think has shown me that I’m really capable of loving anyone.
But at the end of the day even though I love you, I always wish that I had had a real man to be a father to me, to be my personal hero, instead I had you, and maybe it’ll turn out that that was enough, but most of the time I don’t think it is.
President Barack Obama (via cloudsofecstasy)
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It seems O’Rourke has some asshole on his face.
Get the man a what?
A bongo drum. “Take your shoes off, get a bongo drum, forget where to go to the bathroom, and it’s yours.” What the fuck is that supposed to mean Senor Cunt Face? White people with sense, come get your nimrod. Tell him to sit his ass down.
alan told em
This is a little bit of magic right here.
the universe is a lonely fucking place
ill sit here head in hands
because no one understands
no one fucking gets it!
and i curl up in a ball
because you all make me feel so goddamn small
and no one fucking gets it
and even when you asks hey whats got you down
you fail to see its this whole fucking town
none of you fucking get it
no wonder i feel so fucking alone
have fun living your shallow fucking lives
while i get the fuck away from all your lies
all the world is at peace
and yet i lie awake
each waking moment an untold agony
each living second with an unseen distress
i hope i may still be relieved
i hope that my trust in you was not deceived
for now i can only hope and wait, hope and wait