knucklepuckil:

O A K S T R E E T

should i let the words flow from my mouth right down your street

while you’re still home, i hope you’ll hear me

cause if i feel this low again i’ll scrape the deep end

but maybe then i’ll stop pretending

yeah, maybe then i’ll stop pretending

that things just felt so cancerous for a while

i’m in the in-between

like new buffalo and oak street

I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach

cause don’t care if you can’t sleep

no, i don’t care if you can’t sleep

don’t think i care if you can’t sleep

stay away from the lake

cause if you see me i’ll be skipping memories i swore i’d keep with me

in constant hopes that they’ll erode just like the glass we’d take home

left to rot in a window well

they’re left to rot in your window well

some things just felt so cancerous for a while

I’m in the in-between

like new buffalo and oak street

I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach

cause i don’t care if you can’t sleep

no, i don’t care if you can’t sleep

when i close my eyes

i feel your summer skin

it pulls me apart and rips me open

when i close my eyes

i feel the warmth of the sun

it takes me back where i was where my youth was stolen

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# joyce manor
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source:baesment

Joyce Manor - Constant Headache (x)

Joyce Manor - Constant Headache (x)

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# soupy
# quotes
via:tardis-kid
source:tardis-kid
tardis-kid:

-Dan “Soupy” Campbell
not my photo just my edit.

tardis-kid:

-Dan “Soupy” Campbell

not my photo just my edit.

byericalauren:

Barry Johnson - Joyce ManorFYF Fest Los Angeles CA

byericalauren:

Barry Johnson - Joyce Manor
FYF Fest 
Los Angeles CA

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# brand new
socoxmaretto:

Brand New | Forest Hills | 08.09.14

socoxmaretto:

Brand New | Forest Hills | 08.09.14

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# yes

unburdenin-g:

life goals: eat like a normal fucking human being

"Anorexia is not collar bones. It is the smell rotting of flesh as you dismantle your body bit by bit. Anorexia is not a thigh gap, it is your knees so weak they shake as you fall to the ground. Anorexia is not self control. It is the feeling of utter hopelessness as your life tornados into a blizzard of nothingness. Anorexia is not fashionable. It is your mother’s sobbing eyes as she sees her child dying. Anorexia is not 80 pounds. It is the weight of a thousand pulsing suns on your shoulders. A thick black cloud in your mind, and rules spelled out like chains pulling you towards the ground. No matter what measure of gravity that you have in this earth, it still hurts, it’s still real, and you still deserve to reach out and get help."

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