Eat Twat, Smoke Pot, and Smile Alot.

Guitar, pop punk, Music, Girls, Marijuana, Satanic, Demisexual, Love, Hope, and Life.

Not just another fuckboi

We Are Sick (Acoustic)

"Loving you was never hard to do. But I’m sick and they’re coming to get me soon. And if they never bring me back to you. Will you tell me the truth?"

Thank you.

Thank you.

In a way, you are poetry material. You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via kafkaesque-world)

(via lifeinpoetry)

cardcarryingcynic asked: Today I got this gem from a guy on tinder: "Wanna know how I'm like a Malaysian Airlines flight? Because I'd go down on you"