And I thought, slow down.
Think of all the times this jerk has fucked you up and left you down, and hey, I choose my company by the beating of their hearts not the swelling of their heads.
Besides, I’d rather forget the days we spent,
than try to stay afloat in shallow water.
why does ‘liking someone’ have to be this big secret?
why doesn’t everyone in the world just make it really clear?
why can’t we make t-shirts with the names of who we crush on?
why don’t we throw pianos at people and yell HELLO YOU ARE VERY ATTRACTIVE SIR
have you tried throwing a piano
October 1, 2014 | Jacksonville, Fl
Coming up this weekend. Too stoked
The sea is wine red.
This is the death of beauty.
The doves have died.
The lovers have lied.
We lied, we can’t go on. This is the time and this is the place to be alive.