And when I call, and I will call,
make sure you throw your phone as hard as you can at the wall
My own friends hate my guts
So what? Who gives a fuck?
you said again.
"you get what you put in".
my phone won’t ring.
i’ve put in nothing.
So I drove home,
at a hundred miles an hour,
just to see what it feels like to fly.
I crashed my car,
into someone else’s backyard,
just to see what it feels like to die.
June on the West Coast - Bright Eyes
Though spring it did come slowly
I guess it did its part
My heart has thawed and continues to beat
Foxing - Rory
but my hands shake and shudder at the mention / of half written reasons why we’ll only be friends / i swear i’m a good man / so why don’t you love me back?
Tiny Moving Parts - Dakota
I have never been so scared and sad at the same time.
I finally will figure out what life truly means when it’s all left behind
I did not know what steps to take after graduating high school.
I never knew much of anything.
hold my hand, hold it tight whether the weather is cold tonight. I promise it will be alright