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cumber-bitches:

I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

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A Cure post. After all this time. Thank you, dude :)

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blurrypurplebigfoot:

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my-twisted-fantasie:

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HOW THE FUCK DOES ONE HUMAN BEING MANAGE TO LOOK THAT ATTRACTIVE WHILE GETTING A TATTOO

JUST LOOK AT THOSE EYES

SWEET MOTHER FUCK

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Nostalgia in Relation to Spiderman

Spiderman makes me feel all nostalgic inside.

I don’t know why, but watching the movies makes me look back fondly on a time I wasn’t even old enough to appreciate.

A time where pop punk ran rampant through the radio stations and teens weren’t too technology-obsessed to the point where they couldn’t even put down their phones to enjoy a nice, home-cooked meal with their families.

And today, Spiderman made me realize something.

I was watching last year’s Spiderman film on tv and realized that I loved that one just as much as the ones from the early 2000s. But it was the very end that got me thinking. It was the part where Peter was playing back the last voicemail Uncle Ben left him on his cellphone. Uncle Ben told Peter that if we have certain gifts, then they deserve to be put out into the world.

He’s right.

Yes, it’s true. People are assholes, and a lot of times it seems like the world doesn’t want to be saved. But we can’t forget about the people who feel that they truly need some sort of salvation on this planet. They might feel like they don’t want to live at times, but deep down they do because they want to feel like they can give something to the world. They’re just really fucking tired of it always having to seem like a battle.

It’s like this girl named Jackie told me yesterday: there are times when you feel like you might not fit into the picture, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t make your own bad ass picture. There are people that really want to be saved. And I’m not talking about being saved by some god-like figure who will absolve all of their “sins” before they die so that they can make it to some magical, woe-free place. In talking about people who want nothing more than to be alive, but are afraid to do so because everyone and everything around them suffocates them and teaches them that your life will be great if you just sit around, keep your mouth shut, and do nothing. I believe we can create a “heavenly” place here. It will take some time and some doing, but I believe we can all make it if we put our gifts together and make something happen.

If you’re like me, you know that it would be easier to take one good look around, scream “FUCK YOU ALL” at the top of your lungs, and sit at your computer while the rest of the world rots itself away outside your door. If you put something out in this world, there will be people there to mock and criticize it. If you’re lucky, you’ll get constructive criticism, which could actually help you along in the process of fully becoming what you want to be. But there will always be those assholes who will mock the fact that you chose to do something with your life, either out of jealousy or because they really are that fucking stupid. The really bold ones might refer to you as “gay” in relation to your level of intelligence or as an “Emo faggot” for choosing to acknowledge the fact that you, as a human being, have emotions and a place in your mind that needs to be expressed.

These people will always exist. You won’t be able to change every little thing. And that is why you mustn’t be afraid.
You have to remember that there are also people who will love and admire what you do, even if that person is your mother, father, siblings, friends, dog, whatever. There might actually be people who will be saved by what you have to offer to this world, no matter how measly it may seem to you.

All the books you read? The art you admire? The music you listen to? All of that was created by people who knew very well that they would be subject to criticism. They would be called losers, sellouts, untalented, faggots, retards, good for nothing, gay, stupid, etc. And they did it all anyway because they knew that there would be people out there who would love it. And they may not have known it from the very beginning, but the things that they created managed to save the lives of many a person, with one word, note, or stroke of a paint brush.

I want to be a hero. And believe me when I say that I don’t want to be one for the recognition or bragging rights. I want to do it for people that I’ve never even met. People who could really use a hero at this point in their lives. Hell, these people might not even exist yet, or they just barely started existing a few years ago.

So do us all a favor and keep yourselves alive. You could end up being someone’s hero one day, whether you help your elderly neighbor bring groceries into the house or you create something that stops a solid amount of people from slitting their wrists. Shit, you might even save a kid from getting hit by a bus one day.

And if you still don’t believe me, I STRONGLY urge you to go listen to a little song by Yellowcard called Gifts and Curses. Get some inspiration. Find someone or something to fight for. And remember that it may seem like a curse right now because no one is around to appreciate what you’ve got, but you do have a gift that the world could really use at this point.

So long and goodnight, hero. ;)

2 weeks ago

He told me he thought I was cool. :D

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3 weeks ago