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To be clear.
On here, I got asked how I can say “Stay positive.” and “Fuck Heaven” at the same time.
BARF!
Okay;
1. I don’t think you need a God to be happy. I don’t believe in one and I do fine for myself. Having faith never helped me through anything. A lot of my friends disagree with me because we all grew up in the Bible belt. They grew up with strict religion and it’s all they know. I think if you never step out of your comfort zone, you’ll always be pissed off at things you can’t control. Someone always gets the blame, whether it’s Satan or the bottle. Do I put down all ideas of a higher being? No. No one has all the answers, and not believing in God doesn’t change that for me.
2. Staying positive isn’t hopping around cheesing hard, giving everyone hugs and and picking all the flowers. The Wonder Years said it best when they said, “It’s not about forcing happiness, it’s about not letting sadness win.” It’s about learning that life can really, REALLY fucking blow sometimes and being able to step back and say, “This is temporary. I can get through this.”. It’s not to say you won’t cry. Or scream. Or want to kick to chair out from under you. Staying positive is what keeps me from kicking the chair.
My only problem is death. Fuck Heaven. I ain’t showing no religion respect. 
Woof.
You’re the average of the top five people you hang out with. You can be brought down as fast as you can be uplifted. Stop waiting fir the axe to fall. Stay positive.


