im still going crazy because of you

disturbed in a way, i do not rest any more

in love together apart feeds and deprives my heart

drinking oceans with the salt crumbling my throat

im looking into the empty air the way i’d look into you

and im touching the empty sheets the way i’d touch you

there’s nothing in the dark but me

and no you

and im having nightmares 

and having them in broad daylight too 

then at the end the journey only grows

my beautiful sea and my unreachable beacon

once in a dream it seems i wash up on a shore

in a season of breath and breathing

but drawn away so fast to a heaving chest, unrest

unreal.

but real. 

(Source: kissingpleasure)

Actual conversation at a party last night

  • Random college kid: Dude are you a real punk or a fake punk?
  • Me: I, um. I-I don't care?
  • Kid: *turns to his friend* Dude he said he doesn't care that means he's a real punk hi I'm Doug nice to meet you
i “scare small children”
i dont “fall in line”

i “scare small children”

i dont “fall in line”

(Source: tenghostdads, via girlofrocknroll)

msh30:

team i can’t do math for shit but i can write a 3 page english paper in less than an hour 

(via misshalfheart333)

theroguefeminist:

pixiepienix:

look at this fragile delicate flower of a man look at how precarious his value and identity is wonder at the marvel that is masculinity

this is sad

theroguefeminist:

pixiepienix:

look at this fragile delicate flower of a man look at how precarious his value and identity is wonder at the marvel that is masculinity

this is sad

(via markatch)