I got my own classroom now, I’m an official teacher fucking finally!!!!

Who Knew? Only the drunk

L

You surprise me

I found out this conclusion

Hidden at the bottom of this wine bottle

That you

Of all of them

Are the one that got away

All that “I feel your pain” stuff is bullshit and disrespectful. You can appreciate it, listen and support someone as best you can, but you can’t understand it. Depression is so personal and so unique to each of us that when you’re in its teeth, you think you invented it. You can understand your own, but that’s it. When you are severely depressed, it can be more isolating than anything else you have ever experienced. In trying to make someone understand, you can only speak in approximation. You are truly on your own.

— Henry Rollins on Depression

I know I’ve been absent lately guys and girls, but I’ve had a lot of shit on my plate.

Needless to say I’ve had a great birthday, am now 23, have a place to live next year and I’m starting to wrap my head around being an actual teacher. Something I’ve been building towards for 8 years! 

So until the dust settles stay groovy. 

Few photos of me this summer. Me and Ellie on my early b-day party, me drunk on my early b-day party, me hungover on a boat the next day, pic nic at devil’s dyke near Brighton, and a spoken word gig I did a couple of weeks ago. 

I’m 23 tomorrow…I don’t wanna grow up!!!!

meowkittykitty667:

I went to a craft store once, it was awful!!!!! With My loves Mt Dew and Grumpy Cat!

I may be in love. This is troublesome :p

meowkittykitty667:

I went to a craft store once, it was awful!!!!!
With My loves Mt Dew and Grumpy Cat!

I may be in love. This is troublesome :p

Me being a very hungover Uncle. His name is Logan 

Me being a very hungover Uncle. His name is Logan 

I wear suits from time to time

Taking a bit of a break for now. Loads of shit going on. See you in a bit x

I’m on a horse.
And his name was Cas

I’m on a horse.

And his name was Cas

Immunity to Memory

This much needed beer is numbing the night

Blunting the blade stuck in my cerebellum

I was cleaning out old boxes earlier

Binning my old hoarding habit

What once seemed so valuable

Is now kindling for the fire

I burn memories to keep me warm

To give this new form the strength of immunity

Amists this therapeutic practice

I stumbled on a photo of her

It hit me

But not in the way it used to

I was hit with the reaction that I should have a reaction

But like a prod to a healed scar

It failed to draw blood

I remembered how I would of reacted

Then carried on with who I am now 

The Hunger of Distance

The distance has pushed me into starvation

Every passing minute increases the pump of blood in these veins

From the heart to all and a certain extremity

The thoughts of your silhouetted form against the street light outside increasing each beat and pump

You’re almost uncaring and infinitely comfortable  lack of clothes bring a smile to my face 

Enough to barely keep my hunger at bay until I see you once more

Until I can quench that hunger

Claim it for my own

Bury my face in your form and taste the sweet sweat of passionate reunions

I mean to make a believer of you when I return

To hear your voice call to any heavens that are present at the time

And in a moment

We will blur into a blissful ignorance to the world outside

And my heart

My mind

My blood 

Will once more be

Satisfied 

Late Nights

The music comforts me this night

Their vocals bleed into me and I absorb their hate

It sinks through the air and into my finger tips

And I type that blood upon these keys

The work redeems my psyche from torment

Neurons and synapses ordered into correct motion

Time off is detrimental to me

Just as sleep is punishable by over thinking

The song reaches it’s crescendo 

The words reach their end

I will be gone soon 

But when I return the work will continue

Praise the lord

deadpunk666:

My last day of teaching about a month ago. 

As you could see I was bloody tired by the end of that placement. 

Reblogging as motivation to get a haircut and shave 

Pounding

I pound the keyboard as my mind looses all functionality 

Praying silently that something coherent will emerge

Bury me in my books which are strewn across the land

Find me hidden in old photos reliving what is lost in moments

Feel my heart beat in backwards succession calling up the ghosts of old to haunt my current state

Let them flow through me and wash me away from consciousness 

Carry me now my dead

Through from these caticlisms and break my bones upon the jagged earth beneath

And when my bones have ceased to be I will be awake in total and complete nothingness