to schooldear casimms, your photos are magic. <3
Seconded.
It’s the rain here, when summer is bleeding into September. It cools your skin where you’re raw and guilty. It washes tear tracks from cheeks and saliva from the streets and makes the grass reach and reach. It says, “Summer has been. You’re done now, you have been.” And suddenly it doesn’t seem like such a crime to sleep.
"You make me so, so angry. But you’ve got to understand, it’s a first for me. ‘Not indifferent’ feels really fucking good. So don’t go away, even when I tell you to."
"I think I’m coming back to Tumblr now."
"I think I could deal with ending up poor. It’d be character building, at least."
"When you use the word ‘totes’ as a substitute for ‘totally’, Jenna thinks you’re a waste of space. Nothing personal."
So they didn’t like you. So whenever it rains it’s someone’s birthday. So the pavement isn’t smooth. So you don’t remember dreams. So she’ll never look at me the same way again. So they’re shouting. So people fuck. So hospitals smell stale. So his voice is like a hangover. So you’ve cried a lot lately. So breakfast is ruined. So no one’s going to care. So we’re unoriginal. So you like the way cigarette smoke looks. So I take pills when I don’t have headaches. So I want it to be Christmas. So you’ve never gone to church. So we’re dying.
"I want a kitten. Even if it grows up to hate the world."
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Good Shoes - The Way My Heart Beats.
