(brushes crumbs off bed) yea baby hop on in

Respect people who find time for you in their busy schedule, but love people who never look at their schedule when you need them.
— (via richysanty)


if u ever purposefully hurt an animal in front of me i will punch u so fuckin fast ill break the fuckin sound barrier dont fuckin test me watch ur back pal


I have too much time on my hands. 

his mother had a temper
the kind that made you go quiet with awe
in her presence
not dangerous, not sharp, just commanding
when I met him, I saw the posture of a boy who
grew up loved and watched
“stand up straight or I’ll smack you”
“you’re too handsome to slouch like that”
I loved his mother the second I met him
saw echoes of her in his eyes, his hands
when I cracked my knuckles
he’d purse his lips
and tell me I’d get arthritis
when I fell in love with him
it was kind of like Thanksgiving dinner
it made me sleepy
made my stomach feel full to bursting
made me content to lay on the couch
and watch the game as long as he
played with my hair
when I fell in love with him
I told his mother first
almost cried when she held me close
and told me how brave I was
“you be careful with that, okay?
it’s a loaded gun if you use it wrong
and if you hurt my baby boy, I’ll kill you”
I didn’t know how to promise her
didn’t know how to tell her that loving someone
was hurting them
was opening them up for a wound
they couldn’t feel yet
I told her I’d try
told her I’d let the bullets fall to the floor
before I touched him
when I told him I loved him
he grabbed my face in his hands
and cried for ten minutes straight, like he knew
he told me his mom was gonna kill me
I know, I said
I know, I know, I know
— his mother | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)
Welcome Home, Son
Radical Face - Ghost


sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
like a row of captured ghosts, over old dead grass


Our egos want us to think we’re all snowflakes, no two alike. But really we all want the same things: love, forgiveness, chocolate.

to have normal bowel movements

part of me wants to be seven and careless.
part of me wants to be back in your bed.
part of me wants to be forty and settled.
part of me wants to be dead.

Alone For Now
Balance And Composure - I Just Want To Be Pure


"I can’t let go, I’ll break, I’ll fold.
It’s got to be this air that’s killing me.
I know alone is all I’ve known
and it’s old and I’m cold, yeah, but it doesn’t phase me.”



Things I should be doing: Writing

Things I am doing: Imagining random shit from the story I want to write without actually thinking them through and then forgeting about them.

you put it in words bless you

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