I remember when Mikey Rourke had his comeback. He talked about locking himself up in his closet with a gun to his head but not pulling the trigger because nobody would take care of his dog. It doesn’t seem like much, but sometimes it is enough to get you to tomorrow.
Chronic depression survivor since 1989 here. If you are not doing well, looking for a reason to live might be way to big of an ask. Instead try finding a reason to not die. This is not wordplay or trying to be cute for the internet. Sometimes you just need an excuse, any excuse, to keep going. It is all about surviving the unbearable moment.
I swear I can see the faintest image of sad clown makeup. Like it’s hidden just below the skin.
I am a Korn fan and I love dubstep, but holy shit that album was so bad.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=dZXhJICSZdg
Hey, after all these years
I’m still here, fingers outstretched
With your imprint in my bed
A pit so big I lay on the edge
Will love let me down again?
Oh no, no, it won’t get in
I’m left wonderin’
If it’s written on my urn
That I’ll burn alone
Like a star
I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
With a cavity by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I
Hold out for more time?
Hey me in twenty years
Does your milk still turn to rot too soon?
Do you still hoard souvenirs
And make them mirrors
Of sentimental veneer?
I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
With a cavity by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride, will I…
Hold out a little bit more?
A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
A little bit longer, just a little bit more (Hold out for more time)
A little bit longer, just a little bit more
A little bit longer, just a little bit more
A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
A little bit more, more, just a little bit more
And I wonder how I’ll sleep at night
With a cavity right by my side
And nothing left to hold but pride of mine
Is it laced within my DNA
To be braced in endless January?
Have I become the cavity I feared?
Ask me in twenty years
I wish weed helped me but it makes me so much worse.
I literally made a custom shirt that says “Fueled by caffeine and spite”.
We fart free water? Good to know.
I am going to err on the side of positivity and say that it isn’t so rare. At least, not anymore and when it comes to LGBTQ+. All parents fuck up because nobody knows what the fuck they are doing, but the key is to mot let your hang-ups injure your child. I think a lot of parents have been taking on that challenge for some time now.
It’s always the wrong thing
when it’s me who’s saying it.
So many great lines in that song.
My heart is like a claw machine
Its only function is to reach
It can’t hold on to anything
EDIT: If you haven’t done so yet, do yourself a favor and listen to the official soundtrack. King Woman is now one of my favorite bands thanks to that album. The quote is from the Sloppy Jane track which is one of the most quotable songs I have heard in a long time.
TIL, I am a psycho.
Who am I kidding? I always knew.
That lawsuit might be the most pathetic one I have ever heard of. It should be thrown out but Muskrat filed it in North Texas for a reason.
I see you are a fellow man of taste and culture.