you don’t realise how much tumblr has changed your view on things until you spend time with friends who don’t have tumblr and they say something and you’re just like
I must say I worry for
Your unironed wannabes:
Wrinkled strait-As and accountances
I must say I am sorry for
That ambition sucking machine
You keep in there; sometimes air purifying
But most days it wants your skin.
I sink my teeth
Deep into my tongue
When my mouth
Fills with blood
I’ll spit crimson
Into their faces
Which will become stained
With all the words
I could never say.
Reblogging this already because it’s some kinda brilliant and I want as many people to see it as possible.
-Nothing but the rain."
Do it like you clean your room. Make a bigger mess, find some old trinkets here and there, get nostalgic, make some tea. Sort through it. It might take forever but damn it it’ll be neat.
My life is really a mess and I need to fix it but I can’t because my life is a mess