All of Our Songs Will Be Lullabies

Shoutout to tumblr for not letting you fix your email typo without knowing your password and not being able to remember your password without email access

I am officially accepted and ready to start next semester (if I can get financial aid worked out and into the classes I need to, that is). I’m nervous but excited to go back to school. I’m ready to be in classes again and learning new things. Except for math. Fuck math.

A heart that’s full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won’t heal

Oh and I’m feeling directionless, yes, but that’s to be expected  And I know that best, and in creeps the morning, and another day’s lost  You’ve just written wondering and I reply fast  I feel like a fool so I’m going to stop troubling you  Buried in my yard, a letter to send to you And if I forget or, god forbid, die too soon  Hope that you’ll hear me, know that I wrote to you 

this is my favorite street ever the houses are so fricking pretty omg

home is subjective (K.P.K)

I’ve been wearing a lot of black lately, mainly because I’m in mourning for these hoes.

having a self destructive lifestyle