friend: are you okay?
me: *trying out coffins* why do you ask?
Well fuck.
friend: are you okay?
me: *trying out coffins* why do you ask?
– broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
my feelings hurt as fuck but ima chill
if you find that you cannot live for yourself, then live for the beautiful things. live for the morning dew and the lightning storms and the flower that grows through a crack in the side walk in front of your house. live for the beautiful things.
– Emery Allen (via perrfectly)
Are you the shit? Cuz you smell like it
–
Abby McDonald, Getting Over Garrett Delaney
(via jakomesic)
The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine.
– 365 Days of Haiku, Day #123 (via kassapti)