I can’t even talk about personal things to most people. I never feel comfortable sharing my feelings because I’ve been taught that’s not what people want to hear. which is a shame because keeping that shit in can rot you from the inside. and what is the point of having friends if you can’t even talk to them about real shit like how you feel?
but people are judgmental and unforgiving by nature. i don’t put anything personal up on tumblr because people will judge me and think mean things about me. and honestly, I don’t need that shit.
and i hear: “i listen to very little music but i still don’t understand my own tastes well enough to give a real answer.”
i listen to new music everyday and when i am dead there is still going to be genres i have not even touched. if you cannot give me a real answer, just say “i don’t know,” because at least that answer is not preposterously broad and unspecific. “every kind of music” is not a preference, it is not even a valuable opinion. i just hate it when people say that.
Wayfaring Stranger - Johnny Cash
My Mother and Fathers signatures,Fathers coming from the last birthday card i received from him two months before he passed away.
Seriously, Kevin, David and Michael are my inspirations and I wish I could be at least half sexy as they are. Alright, strike that, at least one fourth. So dreammyyyyy…
XOXOXOXOXO
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