For the Flavorless Punch

Ask me anything   The Dirtystreetrat   

23 year young kid full of explorative doubt and a curious persecution for the lovelies.

I’m afraid to take the blankets off my feet
Cause of what my mom said

Your little brother is going to pinch your toes while you sleep.

Tell me stories that I can’t repeat.

These are my insides that shouldn’t say.
These are my insides that keep me full of cold.
These are my insides when I drive home.

These are my insides before a quake.

— 2 weeks ago

I will write to you, before the sun breaks lips on earth’s clay.

— 1 month ago

Lately I’ve been catching up on sleep, closing my eyes and waking up to dreams

— 1 month ago
Ready to do this—man : O

Ready to do this—man : O

(Source: neogohann, via vivrelamoustache)

— 2 months ago with 14165 notes
And this is it.
Time to move : O

And this is it.
Time to move : O

— 3 months ago
On retreating the unnecessary love

Hey, did they tell you?

Tell me what?

That the world is never ending like cake.

Come find me in a fish bowl.

— 3 months ago
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