I should be doing something more productive.

I know its bad when I’m looking for a place to hide
Like I did when my mom would fight with one of her many boyfriends.
Under the bed.
In a cabinet.
A dark corner in the closet.
Maybe if I hide long enough it will all go away.

Sometimes i am able to tune it all out
Like i suspect everything will just work out on its own.
I need to quit that shit.
Things don’t work themselves out.
Never have and never will.
I have to do something.
Stop crying in a corner everyday and fucking do something.

oh yea.
fuck.
that’s why.

spookymormon:

spookymormon:

so my uncle is a priest and apparently can’t deny when i ask him to bless something so i now have a blessed laptop, blessed loaf of bread, and blessed underwear. 

i just asked him to bless this post and he did 

(via sometimelow)