That awkward moment when: Yesterday I told my mom I don’t believe in Catholic Church. Guess in what Celebration am I today?
me: hey where are you
me: must be nice to have a life
I know I need someone that will listen to me, because otherwise I’ll blow up. The thing is that, what I feel in the need to say aren’t exactly soft words about a non-polemic topic. Note the sarcasm. That’s why it’s so hard to find someone that would listen; not agree, nor disagree, sure comment, but I simply need someone that wants to listen. Religion is such a soft...
aldorain: Forever paranoid that I annoy every person I talk to.
One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details....– The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde (via jidfurikuri)
wakingthegoldenwood: adolfphin: a pot dealer who deals actual pots and other helpful kitchen supplies #reminds me of the time these guys on my bus were screaming at each other because one had stolen the other’s pot #and then the little sister got involved and the bus driver pulled over and demanded they hand over the pot #and the dude pulled a fucking cooking pot out of his bag