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rainy summer morning

Roadtrip.

OMFG. 

okay this looks like literally the most perfect thing I could ever ever do omg my heart I want itttt ahhhh cant handle it rain + road trips + coffee it’s too much, too much i say

rainy summer morning

Roadtrip.

OMFG. 

okay this looks like literally the most perfect thing I could ever ever do omg my heart I want itttt ahhhh cant handle it rain + road trips + coffee it’s too much, too much i say

"That’s the whole thing about love. It feels like insanity."

- A 10 word story (via txtrillkucci)
marceloagomes:

An outtake of a recent shoot with Mac DeMarco for T/The New York Times.

marceloagomes:

An outtake of a recent shoot with Mac DeMarco for T/The New York Times.

fuckyeahprangko:

Tyler, The Creator

fuckyeahprangko:

Tyler, The Creator

I’d rather be desolated
So I can feed my love with a silver spoon and never be interrupted
By the screaming audiences
And the useless fucks
Whose only better purpose in life was to be
Used and abused
As they called me out on my own night time drug addictions;
As they sat there and endured with me,
Trying to prove they were enough to gain even a glance or the slightest embrace.

Hypocrites
Are fucking pathetic
But we fuck ‘em anyways.

wryer:


"I tried to draw my soul but all I could think of was flowers"

the notes :o

wryer:

"I tried to draw my soul but all I could think of was flowers"

the notes :o

arfudnacruinne:

We all living in yellow submarine||

arfudnacruinne:

We all living in yellow submarine||

succulentthighs:

Do you ever just like flex your foot wrong and it cramps and you’re just like this is it, this is how it ends 

Him.

Wake up, my darling,
Feel alive for awhile.
Check out the window;
Sun shining with a smile.
He comes to my side.
He can’t see what I mean,
But I’ve lost my own sanity.

He said “honey, it’s raining
And the clouds are still low.
Go back to bed
And then the day time will come.
You’ve been up for a week now,
What the hell is on your mind?”
I said “nothing, it’s just hard to find.
Don’t want to waste your sweet time.”

I’ve looked back at him
But he’s transparent in my eyes.
Put his hand on me;
Couldn’t feel him if I tried
But I wanted so badly
To feel the warmth by my side.
Guess it’s just too hard to find.

Imagined the feeling
Of losing him in time.
Got scared of the thought
To be alone with my mind.
I’d rather he haunt me
And stay by my side
But I guess he’s just too hard to find.

Don’t wake up, my darling,
I’ve felt dead now for awhile.
Checked out the window;
Black sky looking down.
I can’t close my eyes,
I see visions of you.
Now I don’t know quite what to do.

"I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time."

- Charles Bukowski (via rarararambles)