You Held Me Higher Than I Thought I Could Climb

jacoblewer:

Guilty me
I treated you like shit
And you were all I ever wanted in me

(Source: supernatularry, via deanlovespcp-crazedstrippers)

h0llo:

six6vi:

gokufuckedme:

smokeweeedgethigh:

3570k:

2nd grade fight at it’s best

“shut up you dominos eatin..”

Omg

my kids

they snappin!

My favorite part is the filming kids commentary “that’s brown” “ur like in 2nd grade”

(via skyhookk)

jiffey:

Now I’m lost in this hole and I’m sure I am stuck and I can’t run away ‘cause I’m lazy as fuck. So I sit on the floor as I gather my thoughts, and they’re full of broken promises that only piss me off. I lost control when I was only a boy, the world taught me angst when I deserved joy. Now I’m breaking down as i struggle to breathe, ‘cause I believe in a god who won’t believe in me.

underdog-avenue:

Front Porch Step - Island of The Misfit Boy

orangebottlesstaremedown:

I can’t stop listening to Island Of A Misfit Boy

titlefightkev:

Defeater - Prophet In Plain Clothes

and nights spent drinking

all the worry from my head
and days spent wandering
wishing i was dead
if i could only muster 
the words out from my mouth
i would sing
oh i would sing
i’ll take the next train out

i’m gonna take it

(via whatdoyou-stand-for)

Horrible fucking night

melancholicmemoriesmelodicmusic:

Shit Twins - Dads

There is a chest 
of skin, of drawers, 
with pictures of waterspouts 
coming out from the ocean and into the mainland 
where you once lived 
before 
when you were younger 
before 
you learned how to hope, want, or wish.

Your step became unsteady once, 
even more, 
every time you would stand on shrapnel. 
(Under your feet.) 
There was a growth under your skin, 
an addition of pride, 
for your newfound wasteland

But even worse, 
the future you see, 
the future you bring, 
the future you are completely okay with. 
I could wait up sick, 
waiting for a response, 
I could wait up waiting for anything, 
and it’s something that you’re completely okay with.

You’ve been standing outside of my apartment, 
With your mouth open wide, and I haven’t heard enough of it.

Tell me, tell me, Miranda, 
where do you see yourself tomorrow? 
Do you worry each Wednesday, 
when the week is almost over, 
where you will sleep 
where you will sleep 
your sanctuary is Missouri in May, 
and I still insist on cutting my tongue off.

You’ve been standing outside of my apartment, 
With your mouth open wide, and I haven’t heard enough of it.

I will not speak of 
the crash, 
cause if it is never spoken of, 
then history will never know it happened. 
If it is never written about, 
then no one can ever read it. 
If it is never talked about, 
then no one can ever hear it.

Do we know the truths
Of every broken step? 
Only if it’s told, 
forgotten when it’s old, 
undesired and cold, 
there is no story to be sold.

(we’ll say)

We’ll say 
we’ll meet up in some hotel room, 
be it fancy or pay by the hour, 
and we’ll comfort each other 
like we used to in our time, 
you’ll say it’ll be just like the old days 
but it won’t be the fucking old days 
no it won’t be the fucking old days, 
only now with our broken parts, 
our overused and torn up pieces. 
Will it be better than before? 
Will it be better than before? 
Do we thank our practice with others, 
or will it be tarnished by exact thought? 
Will it be better than before? 
Will it be better than before?

(via heartkeepsonshrinking)

enimrac01:

knifefarty:

iwonthellamaatthefayre:

wibblywobblyuniverse:

knifefarty:

if i had the power to control time i would probably just use it to sleep more

if you stopped it in a test
at the last minute
just wandered off, brought your notes in, finished it correctly and put them back
that would be a good idea too

If you could stop time you wouldn’t do tests you could just take stuff from shops and live off that

no thats illegal

(via lorylo)