"...with my solemn eyeswhichneversmile."

mgoldst:

295

mgoldst:

295

window shopping

artehago:

mannequins are art forms
in windows goodbyes
I was him all along
watching fantasy footballs
to the spoils a victor
or a werewolf
I were blundered under
footfalls and robots
and seduction
were they just dreams?
standing in
dressed in
yellow cinderella kissed a
fellow
and now it’s a headache in my heart

thisisnojay:

habitable planets

thisisnojay:

habitable planets

(via thisisnojay)

blogcorehouse:

I WANT A FUCKING SENSE OF HUMOR
I WANNA REPLACE MY FINGERS WITH BALLPOINT PENSI WANNA DEFEND THE STORYTELLERS ‘TIL THEY DIE
CUZ YOU KNOW THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE
AND I DON’T WANNA DIE WITHOUT ANY STORIES
MAYBE WHEN WE DIE GOD WILL FINALLY LISTEN
MAYBE HE’LL REPLACE US WITH BALLPOINT PENS
MAYBE HE’LL HAVE A FUCKING SENSE OF HUMOR

blogcorehouse:

I WANT A FUCKING SENSE OF HUMOR

I WANNA REPLACE MY FINGERS WITH BALLPOINT PENS

I WANNA DEFEND THE STORYTELLERS ‘TIL THEY DIE

CUZ YOU KNOW THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE

AND I DON’T WANNA DIE WITHOUT ANY STORIES

MAYBE WHEN WE DIE GOD WILL FINALLY LISTEN

MAYBE HE’LL REPLACE US WITH BALLPOINT PENS

MAYBE HE’LL HAVE A FUCKING SENSE OF HUMOR

(Source: eccojammer)

knotiiii:

along a bit

knotiiii:

along a bit

The Spirit of the Beehive
Idle Hands

It must be the leaves rustling


When the ghosts keep calling. 

When the cold burns your eyes. 

When your chest lies so still.