I hang in dreams when I feel low.

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

there's a kind of peace that comes when you stop trying to make people understand things they need to figure out for themselves. and somewhere, they know. they already know. and so have you. but it's not your job anymore.

half of tumblr wants to fuck, the other half wants to die

i wanna fuck and then die

cicadas the lot of you

me and the boys have a couple of chains wrapped around the sword in the stone hooked up to mikes toyota tundra gonna pull that fucker out like a tooth.

Me and the boys misunderstood the arcane nature of the stone and now the Toyota is king of England

Imagining myself as a badass flaming skeleton helps a lot actually. Onwards, comrades

5pm coffee and long aimless walk will lift the curse

not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling