You said someday we might, when I’m closer to your height. Till then we’ll knock around and see, if you’re all I need. Don’t you see me now - I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you.
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supermoclel:

are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares 


Sometimes writing songs is like waiting in for deliveries. They give you a window, and your washing machine is going to show up, whether the window is the album or something you’re thinking like, “This thing is going to come to me.” But on the other hand, you can’t just sit around and wait. You have to just do it and get it wrong sometimes in order to advance. I’ve had a lot of practice with that now. And that’s me usually sitting or standing or pacing around or whatever, but it’s all an internal tussle.


ostracizedpoodle:

I’m upset and I want new clothes


shadowstiles:

Let it run right over you
Let it run like water to the sea
Nothing lasts forever darling
Everything is as it must be


peregrintoolc:

I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes


Tumblring on my phone  

  • Mom: who are you texting?
  • Me: nobody
  • Mom: what are you doing then?
  • Me: nothing

I heard there was a party. Don’t worry, I invited myself.


what’s it called when you have friends but you’re still lonely


meladoodle:

my therapist once told me that i have this obsession with seeking revenge… we’ll see about that