I have this Voicemail, I listen to it from time to time. It’s from a friend of mine, whom I loved so dearly. She is an amazing human, and I miss her in my life, if only for that.
It’s Wednesday, you know what that means! Mr. Brodie Lee, you still amuse the fuck out of me, being one of the most amazing humans to have ever lived. And there are A LOT who feel the same.
And I want that place, that place where I belong. That place for I long. That place that brings my happiness… she keeps calling me there. Home. My home, my home.
I fight this war inside my head where there are no winners only losers” —antidote, originals series, 9.15.7. There is a special perspective that I will explain here.
Blind Faith and Trust. They are synonymous and similarly divergent. There will always be a difference and yet an incredible similarity between the two. One can save you, the other will save you. It’s for you to decide which is which. But know that they are both integral to the advancement of life.
Oh Ants of the Sky… This is literally that thread. The one that explains a lot of shit you have no idea what I’m talking about… like I’m the only stoner in the room… pfft
Day’s like today will always be a rough day, regardless of what I do and where I am. I don’t forget, I always remember, and I will always have hope. And despair. I don’t know why I hope, maybe for me, maybe for them.
That’s how long it’s been since I could say something good, fuck anything positive about life. It’s always some shit show, some being fucked over by some.
Opium for the masses, I have that shirt in long sleeve variance. Oh opium, thank you for killing my mother. You did me a solid.
This is in reference to my original subtitle comment, some moons ago… White Walls!!!!
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