a pretty brown haired girlfriend
(Source: swaglessloser, via rat-fag)
you could tell;
it was not from a lack of sleep,
the smoked over red eyes, opaque from moonlight, bones pointing through once layers of muscle turned to fat,
but a lack of hope and happiness, comfort and dream consolations.
and then you remember, no matter how fast and far you run, the devil is always close by.
“i can’t be there, that’s all you had to say to me was, you couldn’t be there, why couldn’t you say to me, you won’t be there, you could’ve warned me, you wouldn’t be here, right here”
(Source: boulevardmode, via uglytofu)
food languages articulating care to one another; research, commence, tomorrow
glass smashing brick anguish
tear streaked wood floors,
i’ll do something more with this earth and show everyone
“I would tell you to go fuck yourself, but I don’t want to wish something as awesome as sex upon you.”