jaywatababe: we accept the wifi we think we deserve
me: and in that moment i swear my internet sucked
suicunesrider: gradies: i walk a lonely road the only one that i have ever known Because everyone else fell the fuck off
thedustdancestoo: the dead have their music, this is called silence.
whoartgos: and often the next morning is harder than the last, how age affects the calendar now might as well distill joy and load the equipment, the inverse relationship between your happiness and my misery i hope you’re happy i hope you’re happy and alone, the selfish hands implicit in my speech don’t know which master to serve neither do i i hope you’re happy as i trace the lines in...
If you have baggage Then I have a trunk and trailer for it I cannot move mountains for you But I can help be a guide A mind is a biological labyrinth Emotions and words seldom mix I am forever scrambling for words Semantics vary immensely among individuals Blank stares and loaded thoughts My heart aches for the right lyrics So I can express the fact that Blank stares and loaded thoughts...
Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?– Sigmund Freud (via skeletongarden)
heaintevenagoodlyrottenappeltho: staff: magsby: petition for tumblr staff to leave we don’t want to be here anyway david karp holds us hostage send help staff u ok