So much work to do. People to see. Gotta get back to London. No laptop. Internal screaming.

happinessisthepath:

The Wonder Years - Passing Through A Screen Door

well the highway won.
I’m listening to traffic reports,
one on one, coming quietly undone.
I was born to run away from anything good,
an escape artist’s son,
with sun-drenched pavement in my blood.

humans-of-pdx:

"I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.” The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?” "It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them." Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.” "It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect." "Yeah, I forget that sometimes."

humans-of-pdx:


"I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.” 

The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?” 

"It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them." 

Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.” 

"It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect." 

"Yeah, I forget that sometimes."

Why are we all talking about tfios

chauvinistsushi:

contraception:

the goal is to love myself so much it offends other people

image

cousintit:

weedjoke420:

can’t wait till all my friends get married and have nice weddings with open bars

I will be the scowling lady in the corner, wearing a nice hat to hide the tears and bottles of gin

walmartsurrealism:

i get anxiety because idk what will come after postmodernism

silenthill:

*puts my bro’s dick in my hand*

see, its a metaphor. it’s only gay if i jack it

Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard is everything

Sometimes you just really need Admit It by Say Anything

Nothing makes me feel like a functioning human being like a coffee and a banana. It’s short - lived though because later I’m going to eat a 2000 calorie pizza and fill myself with shame.

Finally giving my Mum her main Mother’s Day present today, a month late. The prints are from an artist I met in South London and the frames are from the local supermarket in Manchester.

Finally giving my Mum her main Mother’s Day present today, a month late. The prints are from an artist I met in South London and the frames are from the local supermarket in Manchester.

#poppunkweather

If you even vaguely insinuate that Daisy isn’t the best fucking album in the world I will talk so much shit about you online I swear 2 god

northfieldmn:

self portrait of pre-university, september 2013 me feat. lyrics from bathtub by the front bottoms

northfieldmn:

self portrait of pre-university, september 2013 me feat. lyrics from bathtub by the front bottoms