people might be more sensitive creatures if, anytime someone else thought about you and started to cry, you could sense it.

maybe ultimately that would be a bad thing because we would all feel pretty bad at times, but we wouldn’t be so blind to the experiences of others.

"Johnny said once, Eating with someone is really intimate
and it’s stuck with me. So I decline dates at restaurants
because he’s right and it’s too soon and, anyway,
maybe I’ll hate how these long-necked boys
who don’t know how to hold a fork eat. I’ve written
a lot of things for him, Johnny, more than he knows about.
I am 22 now so naturally I miss everyone.
I am 22 so I roll my eyes when someone says love.
Dad has the air conditioner all the way up but I’m still
waking up sweating. My brother has taken to degrading
women in that casual way that boys do—flick of the shoulder,
dark-eyed, he is my father in miniature, but I love him,
as sisters do, even if I don’t agree with his mouth.
I wanted this poem to go somewhere important
but I keep looking over my shoulder. I hate mornings.
I keep spilling my guts out to strangers on the internet,
and this is not the first time I waxed my legs for a boy.
We’re all fighting over who we’re going to take home
and I’m still pretending I can play the clarinet.
Everyone keeps complimenting my nail beds.
Remember mood rings? Mine stays black."
—  Kristina Haynes, “Johnny Said Once” (via arbors)

(via leukocytes)

"Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. Who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. Fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love."
—  (via glamtastic)

(via weareallrob0ts)


chronic illness makes bedtime infinitely more complicated.
Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset by Modest Mouse
This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About


Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset || Modest Mouse

and i claim i’m not excited with my life any more
so i blame this town, this job, these friends
the truth is it’s myself

(via picturesofsuccesss)

I need money so I can start working on all the projects that are running amok in my mind.

"If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning; You watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6 pm, you make the same mistake over and over you stop calling it a mistake. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why"
—  Phil Kaye from Repetition (via kiddings)

(via o-ceanized)

at least I know what I’m waiting for.
getting lost in deer creek with mtotheatothec and jiyahofthesun.
Someone loves you. Drive with care.


One of the most horrifying things to wake up to, I just learned, is the rumbling sound of an idling Diesel engine in front of your house at 3 AM. Then looking out of your window to see a cop car, an ambulance, and three people walking to your door carrying a stretcher between them. Your mind…