scum noise

the beths | future me hates me

hey, samantha, let’s trespass vacant properties we claim are our bodies. there are birds on telephone lines where your heart’s supposed to be; all in even rows but no electricity flows.

Nothing to do but hang around I always knew I'd let you down Nothing to do but hang around slip through the cracks, let myself drown

stuck on the couch, slow sinking down  the room’s getting quiet, there’s dust in my mouth  i fucked up the rice, i cooked it too long  the tv’s alight the moment’s dissolved

So I'll keep leaving sodas in the freezer, hanging clothes out in the rain I'm trying on my worst demeanor but I can't be blamed

bilmuri | scar

I've been talking to the ceiling for so long.

jungle | dominoes

halloween.

beabadoobee | talk

Whenever you want me I'll be around I'm a bullet in a shotgun waiting to sound