joe and steven. awesome blog. great job!

we find comfort in solipsism at first but it ultimately destroys us.

party over here. party with this guy. party on this bench.

Anonymous asked: fantastic

*plastic

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she kills me every night. beady eyes and false reassurance. she has a different name every night.

she’s covered in charcoal, hair unkempt, smoking a cigarette. it’s gray outside, the ground is wet. the trees are falling apart slowly, like cheap fabric. a flow of smoke rises from lips; endless and silent. she puts a rubber band around my wrist, and walks into the rain. 

thewndryears:

v-u-l-n-e-r-a-b-i-l-i-t-y:

Sowing Season (Yeah) | Brand New

I am on the mend, at least now I can say that I am trying
And I hope you will forget things I still lack

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and we keep our dreams in the hollow of our throats, encased in phlegm. 

(via ghosts-under-rocks)