carpe diem or whatever

Ottawa

[catsbeaversandducks]

[ellliot-deactivated20151209]

[alyssabycholski-blog]

Salem, Massachusetts 

[stability]

[commongayboy-deactivated2018082]

[cute-overload]

[scrimble]

[subtleceiling]

[kasssshole]

[cute-overload]

[onedirectionslyrics]

this town // niall horan

[palepixi-deactivated20210413]

[evgni]

Heathers (1988)

[ithelpstodream]

[erin-joan]

I’m still burned and my blood it creeps, I’m the sun-flooded mouth and I cannot speak. I’m the scars upon your knees, I’m the scrapes of iron your skin breathes. I could be anything. And it was so brief; a kick in the teeth. Oil and powdered lungs because I know how to breathe. And it was so brief I want one more time for luck and then I’ll go again. You are the movements in my sleep, you are words I couldn’t keep. I saw the fumes and watched them seep into the wounds you bare to bleed. I could lose everything.

‘Teeth’ by The Japanese House (via erin-joan)

[slime-puke]

[smile-iwillkillyou]