"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self esteem, first make sure that you are not in fact, just surrounded by assholes."

William Gibson  (via poorgeoisie)

Point taken, sir.

(via ceandrew)

Yup.

(Source: murmurrs, via ceandrew)

You gifted me your fairest flowers-
But they were just towers
Of weeds and petals plucked.
I offered you my money,
But you decided on my luck.
When the withering gets to you-
And they drop cracked and brittle-
It was only just a little,
It was only just a few.
Hire me, inspire me.
I’ll trade you my hands,
For the rush in my head.
Skin made of sand
I’m a river on the mend
Water flows downward-
Not always southward.
I’m a kinder soul when I gather slow-
But the cycles always slicker
On the dark side of the road.