August 2010
zhexi:
whiskey breath, tobacco stained: a pen so blunt and rusted, never meant to spell the jealous flourishes of your name, black bled onto paper like needles into skin, an eleventh hour gaze into this nervous gathering. Far from here, your eyes whisper a desperate canto, written in water, written for your breath only, words so deep like time itself should fester, for nothing aches like...
“Apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty—you...”
– Jeff Buckley (obsoletedesolate/ vitreoushumour) (via helenofdestroy, tamburina) (via kazzi)
“Grace, who’s five, has a friend over and I hear her say to her friend, “Let’s...”
– Kate Clinton druscillaryden///lgbtlaughs (via vestacha)
Watchpotterhead:
jerfrey:-ralphwiggum:heartasblackascoffee:thebigsmokegypsy | -deviltown | vampsliveinmybrain | wannafeelreckless | disfordarren
LUUUUUL
LMFAO
HURRRR
so great
“I can feel your pain in my bones.”
– Manchester Orchestra (via dondante)
