this is the shoulder that caught the tears of a girl today. i’d never wish for her to be upset, but i found a hint of comfort in collecting her fragments as she fell apart. i can’t fix very many problems and i can’t change pasts. i can’t promise i’ll make anyone feel better. but i will be there. when your worries weigh you down, i will gladly hold them for you. when words aren’t enough, use my body as human tissue. i won’t mind if you get snot on me. when nothing can be fixed with pretty words and warm embraces, i will sit by you in broken glass, and in silence i’ll be sending love your way.
(Source: chewmark, via succumb-to-your-passion)
“No Seconds” - a series by Henry Hargreaves that recreates the last meals that were served to inmates on death row (Source: Dripbook)
(Source: consumerbehaviourself, via ms-golden)
(via hints-of-sarcasm)
that’s just how she is.
sleep tight.
i’m weak weak weak. i know know know. i hate hate hate to show show show. so speak speak speak real low low low and keep keep keep me close close close.
(Source: p-i-s-s-i-n-g, via noseble-ed)
i feel like i go through this cycle where i listen to tons and tons of music and then suddenly stop listening to any music at all and pump out song after song of my own. we’re probably due for an album soon.
i’m like a word volcano.
(Source: andrewbreitel, via the-gravity)
like, sobriety doesn’t even matter. just don’t creep people out too much and get scabby. no one gives a fuck if some bitch smokes the wee or occasionally drinks herself to sleep on the sidewalk. that bitch’s sobriety isn’t even taken into consideration. but once the bitch sniffs a line or smokes something less familiar, regardless of the relative safety or circumstance, we better start timing shit. and that glass of wine at dinner was a relapse.
no. shut your face, you dumb slut. it doesn’t really matter.
Sonja Barbaric - “The dying sky”, 2012
(via sonjabarbaric)
i made this. best rapper in seattle right now.
