haha or googling webmd
(Source: killself, via awesomephilia)
I’m afraid to let you in,
Because I may like you,
I’m afraid to like you,
Because I may fall in love,
I’m afraid to fall in love,
Because I may get hurt,
I’m afraid to get hurt,
Because of the pain,
I’m afraid of the pain,
Because of the scars,
I’m afraid of the scars,
Because they may bleed,
I’m afraid of the blood,
Because I may die,
I’m afraid to die,
Because I may survive,
I’m afraid to survive,
Because I may let you in
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Suburbia. This is the extent of our individuality, a letter, on a button, on a on a slate, on a concrete building. A number on a door. A brightly colored set of shutters. This is the American Dream. This is prosperity. This is what billions aspire to. Not me. I’ll take a hut in India, a shack in Belize, a hammock in the jungle rather than reduce myself to a number in suburbia.
(Source: wyldeboye)