I’ve been riding trains that have no station,
and I’ve been leaving everything I know behind 
I have known a life of meager rations 
and I have known the desperate fear of losing my mind
but I am always coming home, 
it’s just a place that I have not yet known 
and I hope I remember it when I get there 

well I have abused my only body, 
and I have little faith left in my soul
and all my hope lies in tomorrow, 
when all my time will be spent 
making this a better world
but I am always coming home, 
it’s just a place that I have not yet known
but I hope I remember it when I get there

I hope I remember it when I get there 
I am always coming home

While we’re on the subject,

What’s cool is having some sort of drive after being unable to experience one at all over the past decade. I could easily list specifics that had grown to root, but that’s not the point. What’s important here is that I have been able to overcome them. Remember what it’s like to feel comfortable enough in my own skin. To enjoy myself. I’m not sure what triggered this all to change. All I can say is that it’s nice to finally be able to breathe again, I was beginning to get worried that I might suffocate.

I am

the definition of sexual frustration

and I’m smoking bowl packs with matches

is this what the struggle feels like?

(Source: socks-studio.com, via nevver)