Confessions Of a Solitudinarian

Devin. 18.

Bearded boy made of trash.

I don't know what I'm doing

But I think it's killing me.

Old Gray

—An Epitaph

Old Gray | An Epitaph 

"you live in my every word
you’re the reason that I’m still alive
no one deserves to die
i never got to say goodbye”

(Source: kevinkinky-)

Sorority Noise

—Blonde Hair, Black Lungs

Sorority Noise | Blonde Hair, Black Lungs

"and I hope you miss me when i’m gone
'cause I can’t hold on for too long
and i’m so scared of dying alone
that i’ll kill myself right here, right now”

(Source: kevinkinky-)

Old Gray

—I Still Think About Who I Was Last Summer


"Well happiness and joy and bliss, how it all disappeared so quick. So here’s to life and here’s to love. I’ve said it before, that I fade with the setting sun."

Merchant Ships

—Sleep Patterns


Merchant Ships - Sleep Patterns

September 9, 2001. Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley. 
An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn’t moving or blinking. They hadn’t closed her eyes yet.She must have died on the way.

A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance. They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman’s body asking her to wake up.

I had to tell Gary that her soul went to Heaven. 
I didn’t believe a word of it, but I knew it’d be easier for him to understand. 
Two days from now, at 9 AM, the planes will hit the World Trade Center killing over 3,000 people. I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless. 
But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him. 

He doesn’t know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won’t see or talk to him for five years.
And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don’t know. 

On and on we run away from the things we are afraid of. - x3

I don’t tell him about the dream I had the night before where I’m riding in a car full of strangers and singing to some song I’ve never heard and smoking a cigarette and we swerve off the road and hit a tree. I go through the windshield and hit the edge of a fence, dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured. I bleed to death in excruciating pain. 

I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers, one by one introducing them all to one another until we are a close group of friends. I will set these events in motion, and I will die. 

But today in the warm light of the sunset, I don’t see it. I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head. I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.