oceanhead.

coffee. summer. words. poetry. beaches. sleep. goof-balls. hand-written letters. mimosas. bicycles. candles. breakfast. honesty. biff. sometimes i write stuff.

[rld]

“idk you yet”

it feels like it’s hard to breathe with all of you underneath. i tried my best to let you go, but got caught up in the undertow so lock me eyes and tell me straight, can we get out of this any other way?

[rld]

hey check out my wordpress site

https://ryndhoff.wordpress.com/

[rld]

i’m obsessing over you, spiraling out thinking about your every move sinking deep into your moods touch he touch you like i do?

[evolucionada]

God has left the group chat

[rld]

you said you don’t wanna know me anymore left me in the sprinkling rain by now you’ve changed. well, we both knew this coming knew we couldn’t keep from riding all the highs to get to the lows knew we couldn’t keep from writing love letters and thoughtful poems knew i couldn’t keep you knew you wouldn’t stay well, by now you’ve changed

[rld]

i was just a green light in your world full of stop signs. you never cared about where we were going, and even less about where we’d been.

[buttonpoetry]

How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?

Doc Luben, “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes” (via buttonpoetry)

[rld]

to the broken, proud, and slightly abrasive spoken word poet at rolling hills

i knew you had scars the first time i saw you. and i don’t mean the one on your arms or the ones on your face. you’re only here because you faced the devil and got burned in the process, got high off the fumes of your shame in the process, picked at the sores in your soul in the process. i mean, the universe is a lot to process, especially when it’s held inside the raspberry caught in your throat every time the words “are you okay?” are tossed your way with every new nurse, new aide, new dr., new psych- don’t psych yourself out, love; none of us are okay

[rld]

do you ever think of me / between the sheets like / we had nothing left to lose like / we had everything in tune / making music in dim lights and / between your thighs

[queercutie-deactivated20160411]

overanalyze and chill

[rld]

all this skin and nowhere to kiss

i didn't want to write about you because i know it means it's over. i know last night was the last night you'll hold me in your arms like you'll never let go. i never wanted to let you go but how can i expect you to hold this wound that never managed to heal, this shipwreck body with graveyard souls and blood in all the wrong spots; only blood in the place where it rots; broken bones in places i meant to build homes and they say everything that rises must converge but, love, we're sinking and i don't think there's any good way around this hurt

[onlytwitterpics]

[andallthesinners-saints-deactiv]

[lizardsenjoyinglife]

this bearded dragon enjoys dressing as a real dragon.

[suspend]

me everyday:

[brightlightsloudnoises]

in the red

do you belong behind textbooks in line buying breath mints and pregnancy tests out of love in auto part stores electronics liquidation sales bending over to pick up cards for magazine subscriptions listening to broken people scream advertisements for law offices, buffalo wings, window tint because they need to pay their lawyers, restaurants, mechanics

do you see the parking lots swollen for hours and then suddenly empty highways swollen for hours and then empty the sun getting hotter, the rain washing away less, the mixing and matching of pills, documents, certificates, bills, one-time-only coupons

the accounts deep into the red like the lipstick that won’t scrub off the coffee cups

[norune2]

[drinkpisspissblood]

If you take enough Melatonin with boxed wine you unlock the full color version of this graph

[angrygirlcomics-prime]