I’ve only been sleeping every two nights as of late. My hands are sad and I feel restless. I miss people that I shouldn’t miss and I want people that I already have. Certain songs have a way of making the rain seem even heavier and I prefer matches to lighters any day. My neighborhood is quiet and all the lights are off in each house I can see, but I’m sitting right outside of my front door underneath a blanket smoking my first cigarette in weeks and I feel like I’m keeping my thoughts pinned between my teeth like canisters of morphine. It’s so much harder to disappear when you have nowhere to go and too many people to leave. Did you see the world today? Rain brings life back to the places that sunlight waned. Sorry. I don’t know who I am tonight.
Well, it’s official. I’m going to paint my fucking walls with my brains.
bikeageandmyboringlife replied to your post: someone please try and cheer me up…………..
UB, Virgil’s, Pizza.
that did the trick :’)
can’t wait to see some of my favorite bands and hang out with amazing friends
(Source: ourtrespasses, via cycleofviolence)
Its hard waking up when you’d rather be dead. Each day I’m putting out the fires inside my head
