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Boys stop believing in hell once they have their first kiss.
Girls would too if boys were better kissers.”
Joshua Glenn Clark
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
"I’m not sure there’s anything thats important to life that can’t be summed up in the confusion and wonder that a child accustomed only to a big wheel looks on a unicycle with."
As a boy I was always bad at looking at the animals. Either I could touch and pet and ride them and they would be mine, or I would decide they were the ugliest creature not worthy of my time. As I aged I became the same way with people.Joshuaglenn.tumblr.com
Paramahansa Yogananda said “You are walking on the earth as in a dream. Our world is a dream within a dream; you must realize that to find God is the only goal, the only purpose, for which you are here. For Him alone you exist. Him you must find.
I’m starting to think he lives in South Carolina.
macedonianmess asked: I feel like I haven't seen much of your things here as of late especially and it makes me sad because you're quite good with words-and don't let that get to your head-hoping your days are wonderful. Stick around.
You’re right. macedonianmess. You seem to be my biggest tumblr fan to date. You’re probably the reason that one quote went viral. I’m not sure how to thank you for that because I don’t know how tumblr hits convert to bitcoins. I would send you 1 1/2 bitcoin but I’m not even how to purchase one. So instead I’ll send two blocks of the finest cheese to the first address you put in my inbox. And in addition to…. that… I’ll try and be better about writing. I feel better when I’m writing on tumblr. It’s kind of like burning letters. Or it was, until you started noticing what I wrote on this corner of tumblr. Now it’s like putting up billboard messages on a road only you drive on.
I hovered over this same interstate 8 years ago. I was more ambitious, obnoxious, hormonal, and curious, distracted, serious and prone to fear for my salvation.
And I didn’t understand the deadliness of the 7 deadly sins I wrote six songs to preach about. Six verse and six chords. Because I thought many words =’d much depth.
There’s been 4 maybe 5 people I would have died for that have had their hearts broken in that time. 2 of them were my fault. Kind of.
3 years I fed a river that dried and left a canyon. 1 that will leave another if I’m not good enough. Good enough. I don’t know what that means anymore. 8 years ago I would have preached a sermon to myself on it. And told myself if I was bored I was a boring person. I’m not as afraid to admit that I get bored now.
I would go back and redo 8 years if it would fix my sisters broken heart. And my brothers. And maybe the other one that was my fault. But certainty is hard to come by. And quantum physics is a mind cuss when I try and decide if there’s a way.
I started crying in twilight since then. My 15 yr old self would be disgusted with me at that. I’ve written 400 songs and 400 melodies. And I wonder if their self life is up. I wonder if they’re dead now.
Miley Cyrus and Matthew Houck are equally right. There are wolves in the house, and we can’t stop.