I’m babysitting right now and just admiring how beautiful this house is with this enormously tall Christmas tree and the hum of warm air filling it’s atmosphere. The ceiling is so spacious and it feels like a family loves here. The kids are full of so much hope. I want this so bad in my own house. Will my future be an endless series of wishes for something more? For something to be this magnificent? Once it was magnificent
so I never have the opportunity to get on here because tumblr is blocked at my house so I’m sitting here at the library and I hate how all these people stare at what I like uughh I miss tumblr.
It’s the only thing that keeps me going every day.
A lot of times, parents will avoid talking about [suicide], or they’ll say, “Let’s not think about that.” But why not grant people the permission to think about it and redirect those feelings and thoughts to something different and creative? That’s kind of the mindset behind a lot of the content and lyrics on Vessel. -Josh
Wish I could change so many things
I thought I was good at repressing memories and feelings but really they come out like a jack in the box. my feels hurt