rosevests: this is a load of barnacles
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a...– Perks of Being A Wallflower (via peoplearenotconstant)
I forgot that last night, in a drunken haze of poetic smug, i wrote a love letter to Devendra Banhart. Embarrassed, I am.
morrisseyisg0d: Under the iron bridge we kissed, And although I ended up with sore lips, It just wasn’t like the old days anymore. No, it wasn’t like those days. Am I still ill?
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.– Edgar Allan Poe (via hockey-teeth)