Countthefighters - Chris

I’ve lost so much of my fervor for life in such a short amount of time, and I was already grasping at straws for hope.

I find myself feeling so devastatingly numb and defeated, and if I don’t feel anything, I feel everything that’s wrong with me. Something happened these past few weeks, something set off something inside of me, but I have no idea what could have caused this.

I still love those around me, I will to the grave, however I am so exhausted. I’m trying so hard, and I’ve completely given up at the same time.

I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know

What I’d give to feel anything but this

I’m waiting for a savior that will never come

I wish Jesus was real so badly

I live for passion bro

Genuinely I love the art of passion with my whole heart. To love, or be so devoted to something that is makes your whole body light up with the spur of the soul, is so intimate and so, so beautiful.

For a long time I thought passion lied in romantic relationships, but as I grow older I realize that it is so much bigger than that. Romance is not even in the forefront of my passion. However, I do love passionately. I love my friends, I love my family, I love the arts, and I love them so, so intensely. My drive for life is simply my passion for connection, and learning more about myself and the world around me.

I love everything I think. And I am so grateful for the opportunity to be able to do so.

Yearning for what I can’t have. Premature and doomed.

The only thing keeping me motivated to finish my finals is the promise of a sweet, passionate kiss between me and my Peach Dreams dispo after the fact

i love my friends so much!!!

i see the universe in their eyes, the warmth in their smiles, the love in their hearts. i am so glad i have people that allow me to love them.

anyway, just wanted to post something more lighthearted.

just finished watching honey boy and what the fuck. all i did was cry for the last 30 minutes of that movie. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a movie that horrifically, yet beautifully relatable.

I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love

Does anyone else feel like they can’t have a conversation without making the person uncomfortable at some point because you lowkey make everything sad

yearned so hard i don't even know what i desire anymore