you’re boring

and you don’t even know. you’re cold inside like the dead. just a pretty face that changes every two months. you can’t own yourself and that’s why you’ll always fail. people that want to be different don’t want to be individual, they want to be the same as everyone else that’s different. even in being different, you want to be different together and therefore the same. judgemental. shallow. no deeper than a puddle full of the spilled, cheap vodka you worship as a god. you stopped being creative and started being predictable. you’re boring and more of the same. if someone doesn’t like your hair, you change it. you give in to peer pressure. you post picture after picture, looking for some sort of personal validation and you never find it because you can’t own it. there’s a spine holding your head up somewhere — find it and find salvation. stop being a sheep. stop looking for validation and validate yourself. stop being boring - you’re the only one that can.

the dude made fries and salad. balanced lunch. (Taken with instagram)

tumblr’s doing that thing where it unfollowed a bunch of people. annoying.

they say when you believe in love, it’s bad for business.

i’ve been in the business of believing in love since i was old enough to hold a pen. love is the stuff broken hearts and hate are made of. broken hearts and hate sell records. they should be saying happiness is bad for business. but i’m not happy unless i’m miserable about something. safe to say i’ll be writing forever. writing or dreaming of writing. dreaming or wishing the words would go away. despite it, i’m glad i have a soft place to fall. a real one, not a fake one built on fame, infamy or the notion of what i should be doing with my life.

hostile take over isn’t finished until the break is made.

but it will be. i know it when you look at me. don’t prolong it, just accept it. you know as well as i do that we need this, so stop orbiting and crash into me.

not sure. i’ll check the peterick tag.

I like your kitchen! I like your whole house, it’s very nice, Pete. I’m enjoying it haha.

you can stay forever.

today was a good day. if you’re in hollywood, come out to this shit tonight. we’ll try to make it just as good.

5/11

kitchen.

might change the look a bit, but right now, this is it.

new theme, new life plans

no regrets for the first time.

meaganthemagicunicorn:

You can suck face with whoever you want on our couch!?! OUR couch, Peter. You son of a bitch, how long has this even been going on? You want me out, you’ll have to throw me with your stupid bodily strength. EAT MY SHORTS

my couch, meagan. my couch. my couch. my mouth. my prerogative. bobby brown. go spotify it and shut the fuck up.

(Source: meagan-jane-doe)