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author of DROWNING │ dreamer │ vinyl enthusiast │ Indiana Jones wannabe │ trying to make a difference │ every life is worth living

My debut novel DROWNING is now available!
"The lives of four college students twist together with psychological drama during the fall term of freshman year."
For more information, check out my official website: www.MatthewDaleHubbard.com
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Some people are just disgusting creatures of habit who aren’t worth your time.

— 1 hour ago with 16 notes
#real talk 
Well, I guess my readers have a colorful taste in underwear…
 

Well, I guess my readers have a colorful taste in underwear…

 

— 3 hours ago with 10 notes
#drowning  #what  #jock strap  #wow 
I feel like a hip lumberjack.

I feel like a hip lumberjack.

— 11 hours ago with 11 notes
#beard  #scruff  #hipster  #lumberjack 

Mean Mug is my new favorite place in Chattanooga. Very “Central Perk.” I got the Golden Girls latte. Check it out and support local business.

— 15 hours ago with 15 notes
#chattanooga  #mean mug  #support local  #golden girls 

Boom. Clap. The sound of your junk sticking to your thighs. The heat goes on and on and on and on.

— 1 day ago with 18 notes

Sometimes you find yourself naked, in the kitchen, and eating peanut butter from the jar at midnight. And that’s okay.

— 2 days ago with 44 notes
#peanut butter jelly time 

If you’re reading this, then memory has left.

I swore I would remind you of everything.

From birth to age ten, you were a happy, little boy.

At age eleven, your childhood was stolen.

At age twelve, you realized life wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, so you decided to give it to yourself by writing. 

From ages thirteen to sixteen, you did not live. You merely survived. 

At age seventeen, you sought refuge with self-infliction. You started punching yourself behind locked doors. You spat obscenities at your reflection.

At age eighteen, you realized who you were. 

At age nineteen, the first thoughts of suicide danced through your head.

At age twenty, you lived two lives—the good guy and the bad guy.

At age twenty-one, alcohol welcomed you with open arms.

At age twenty-two, suicide danced its final dance. The decision to crash your car was made. You wanted to die in flames. You wanted your death to be as painful as your life. You wanted to suffer.

At age twenty-two, you woke up from the nightmare.

At age twenty-two, you broke down and cried. And cried. And cried. You wept for the past. You wept for the present. But most of all, you wept for you still had a future.

At age twenty-two, you came to terms and finally learned to love yourself.

At age twenty-two, you were reborn.

At age twenty-two, you came to terms.

At age twenty-two, you started living.

After that, life was too beautiful for you to keep track of time.

You are not a victim.

You are not a survivor.

You fought the bad and won.

You are a hero.

You are everything.

Never forget that.

I know the past isn’t pretty. I know you wished you could forget. But you mustn’t. You must carry around these memories. You must remember what it felt like to suffer. You must recollect the impact of hitting rock bottom. You must never forget. Why? Because it is part of who you are. As much as I wished it wasn’t, it is. Hold onto the bad memories because they make the good that much more.

Every life is worth living.

— Self

— 2 days ago with 40 notes
#writings  #self  #suicide  #life  #personal  #creative writing  #every life is worth living  #coming out  #gay  #lgbt 
Be kinetic. See potential.

Be kinetic. See potential.

— 2 days ago with 5 notes
Happy National Dog Day to Margo Roth Spiegelman (left) and the late Zelda Sayre (right).

Happy National Dog Day to Margo Roth Spiegelman (left) and the late Zelda Sayre (right).

— 3 days ago with 14 notes
#national dog day 
Hey. That’s me. (at Winder Binder Gallery and Bookstore)

Hey. That’s me. (at Winder Binder Gallery and Bookstore)

— 3 days ago with 14 notes
#Chattanooga  #drowning  #book  #read  #Nooga 

Watch out, world. I’m back. Like Stella and her groove. The beard has made a return. The sassy pants fit perfectly. Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” is playing in my head. And idgaf‬.

— 4 days ago with 15 notes
#I'm sassy and I know it