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inbox:

"you can’t just think every character is queer" watch me. watch me

clamjob:

i want to sit on a rooftop with you at 2 in the morning and listen to your favorite songs and talk about how pretty the stars are


"In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained. Oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name. What lingered after them was not death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts. A clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself. We began the impossible process of trying to forget them." 
- The Virgin Suicides

"In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained. Oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name. What lingered after them was not death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts. A clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself. We began the impossible process of trying to forget them."

- The Virgin Suicides

ftewriting:

To the lady in the blue truck I pissed off at the gas station

ftewriting:

To the lady in the blue truck I pissed off at the gas station

helenamanning1:

did helena patch herself up with duct tape and a BELT 

BABY NO

  • me on easter: yo jesus imma let you finish, but helena had one of the best resurrections of all time

Ceilings by the Local Natives


heaven and (s)hell, sonoita, arizona

heaven and (s)hell, sonoita, arizona

11littlekites:

Tomorrow - Daughter

By tomorrow I’ll be left in the darkness,
Amongst your cold sheets.
And your shoes will be gone,
And your body warmth no longer beside me.

Don’t bring tomorrow
Cause I already know
I’ll lose you