Broken Compass

Darkhorse from birth until death. If it were easy, it wouldn't be worth it.

It’s funny when you get older, you get placed into this routine and expected to be happy with what you have because you’ve worked so hard to be there, especially if you’re American. Go to college, get a job, get married and have kids. So much basis is focused around money, even more so than happiness. I think we’ve lost touch with who we were as children, only to have that bewilderment and imagination replaced with tangible clutter such as having a nice home, nice car, or bullshit to flaunt to those who couldn’t care less. Friend’s dissipate like sands on the shore and are replaced by more sands that are sure to be swept back with the tide. What happened to when things were simple? When someone says they will be or do something, they did it? At times I would say things were easier but they weren’t in all honesty, you were just ignorant to the physical and mental struggles of day to day life. From the day to day mundane tasks that make you want to claw your eyes with boredom to the internal struggles that make you feel like you aren’t worth the air you breath.. Know that it could be worse and that you are where you should be. If you’re not, then why did you work (or not work) to be here? If you’re not happy here, it’s your place to change that, in whatever facet. Are your friends shitty? You can fix that. Does your job suck? You can also fix that, very easily. Are you stuck in a rut? Yet another easy fix that just requires a little work. Stop letting the world kick you while you’re down.

I choose my company by the beating of their hearts, not the swelling of their heads.

I fucking love this album. It’s been way too long. Thanks spotify.

(Source: Spotify)

Make Do And Mend

—Oak Square

wastedallthattime:

I climb the wooden stairs to my apartment in the city 
with dark brown molding and white walls. 
I search my bank account for traces of the forty-hour weeks 
I’ve been working since last fall.

Give me a list of alarms to set, 
I’ll tuck myself into bed 
and hope that I can sleep in on the weekends. 
Another slave to a paycheck, 
a silent servant to my monthly rent, 
what’s keeping me from sinking in the deep end?

(via becausehardcore)