December 2011
14 posts
Christmas
makes me want to destroy something beautiful.
I want you to be a father,
We’re your little boys,
But you don’t even bother.
It’s like brother without the “R”
And we’re startin’ to harbor,
Cool on food for thought,
But for you, we’re starvers.
You see what his problem is?
He don’t know where his papa is.
We're officially "done" in Iraq. →
Let’s just push everything under the bed and say it’s clean, shall we?
COME ON K-BOR, PUT UP THAT LIST!
The suspense is killing me. Daaamn.
STAND UP! FISTS OUT!
THIS IS THE REAL THING!
STAND UP! FISTS OUT!
I WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY!
God. I love Maylene and the Sons of Disaster.
I'm tired and I'm cold, and I want to go to bed,
and Mama always said the warmest blanket is six feet of soil.
I have a stupendously wonderful girlfriend
who comes over and helps me with my stupid English homework and motivates me with kisses and slaps me when I get distracted and try to go on Facebook.
But now she’s gone home, and I’m on Tumblr… I should really get back to work.
I'm not ashamed to say that I'm a Christian,
but I am ashamed that people use Christianity as an excuse for hatred, prejudice, bigotry.
Anonymous asked: Proverbs 3:5,6 & 2 Corinthians 4:8
Here I am, laid bare at the end of my rope,
I’ve lost all hope. So long.
Finally going to sleep.
What’s wrong with me?
Two
1. Meant to Live, by Switchfoot
2. Palms Read, by Protest the Hero.