Tyler. 24. I live in Dallas, TX and don't care about many things. I post things that amuse me. Sometimes I am thoughtful, but sometimes I am not.
Love to meet people. Hit me up. Lets go to a show.
My world is so small now. It’s compact, and, somehow, grossly complicated. This, I think, was the cost of trying to escape my depression without owning up to the causes. It is a great and horrible mistake that I have made. When I was down, my world was a sprawl of beautiful gray, at the worst, and a pure white room with Judd’s work on the wall, at the best. Now its a oiled machine part. A life-sized, mock up of something nature made. Now the light of it all is leaving far away, and I’ll have to learn to see in the dark.@1 week ago with 1 note
I remember when the beats sounded sweet. Now they just sound desperate. They sound like how desperate we feel about our situation. In school they talk about the jobs of the future. At work they talk about the old jobs and how we worked harder then. At home they talk about going out. Outside we talk about going home. No one is content but, no one is changing; not by choice.@1 week ago with 2 notes