THM
Artist: Seahaven
Song: Highway Blues
Plays: 4,969

I have to use the bathroom.

cutopenyourseams:

cutopenyourseams:

I’m hungry.

Contemplating getting out of bed to go eat, but I don’t know what I want.

I think I’ll just wait until breakfast in the morning

cutopenyourseams:

I’m hungry.

Contemplating getting out of bed to go eat, but I don’t know what I want.

I’m hungry.

Artist: Say Anything
Song: Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too
Plays: 2,807

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

- Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors have taken over the Ship, 1998 (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: grchmali)

you always seem to find your way back into my mind, no matter how hard i try to push you away. i’ve hid you in my old backpack, the one that i’ve used all throughout high school and my first year of college that got ruined last year. you’re sitting in my closet next to my favorite sweatshirt i forgot to pack and bring back to school. interestingly, it’s the one i always planned to give you to keep. i guess it’s yours, really. melissa asked if she could have it once; i told her no.

i constantly find myself drowning in you. the way you’d tell me about your dogs or talk about your little brother or the poems you’d write. the way you’d ask me if i love you (i never had to think about my answer — it always came so clearly to me). i’ve slowly realized i’m back to listening to the music i know you love and eating the things you like (i got a cold this summer and went to the grocery store for popsicles, but i didn’t call them ice pops like i normally would have). certain songs are overflown with you, and I’m wading around the surface. 

i don’t think i love my girlfriend, and that is really difficult for me. she doesn’t say the things you do, and when she does, i get scared. i get scared because i remember she isn’t you. she doesn’t tell me we’ll always have bananas or reese’s or sour patch watermelons. does she know my favorite foods? or how i take my coffee? do you remember those things? why would you? i can’t remember how you take yours. (a lot of milk and sugar… 7 maybe?) i remember always teasing you because of how you drank your coffee. i remember teaching you how to order your coffee from starbucks so you wouldn’t have to dump a bunch out to put in the amount of milk you like. i wonder if you order it that way. probably not. melissa drinks hers black. that’s really predictable. i don’t know. i don’t think i love her. i need to do something. 

do you still listen to keaton henson? do you think of me when you do? i’ve read a lot of new books recently. books i would have told you about (and probably would have spoiled the plots and endings for you). i’ve found new music i want to show you. i know you’d love these songs. i was recently going through my phone, and found the videos you sent me of yourself singing. i accidentally cried. 

why won’t you leave my head? you don’t want to be here [do you?]. i find myself sitting down to write a new poem, and you always pop into my mind first. do you write poetry for me, too? 

i haven’t been able to joke about my “ocean eyes” without wincing. i only call them blue now. 

what should i do?