the streets are not for me, i belong in my room sleeping
KIROKAZE
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Color Me Curious
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Doug Jones
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Interview Vampire Daily
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Noah Kahan
One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
Keni

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pixel skylines
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@hopelessly-bri
the streets are not for me, i belong in my room sleeping
fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october
âShe is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.â - J.M. Storm
Money need to stop spending me
Waterparks - Closer
Waterparks - Brainwashed
The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.
Unknown
Check out my other band Normy if you havenât already and are into fast pop punk/melodic hardcore! We got the first mixes back for our next release and theyâre sounding so good!
I'm at a point in my life
reblogging ur emotions is better than saying it to other people
from âthatâs my girlâ to âthatâs my wifeâ
from "come over" to "come home"
i am addicted addicted addicted addicted to anything that distracts me. i cannot deal with my own thoughts, memories, emotions. i dont want to think about myself or my life or anything at all related to me.Â
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
âI have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away.â
â Shauna Niequist, Cold Tangerines (via thebookquotes)