(Source: sayuswear)
(Source: sayuswear)
(Source: , via s-w4nk)
Don’t tell me anything, I’ll only ever ruin everything.
I don’t want or need to know, I don’t want to bear
The burden of all your hidden truths and schemes.
I’d rather be ignorant, skipping along my life happily,
With my button-up shirts, music, and plastic toy girls.
This time is different. I’m inspired to not conspire.
I’d like it if you stopped,
I’d like it if you walk way.
I’d like, I’d like, I’d like for you to go.
String up your shoes and take your jacket off my door,
Put on your damned sunglasses and burn your way
Down the sunny avenue, in your cheap red Chevrolet.
(Source: man-thing)
My nephew’s thirteenth birthday is today. I’m feeling old.
On the road - Jack Kerouac (via firstiwasafraid)
(Source: beautyfromthecrypt, via nevver)
Writing at a desk in the dead of night for the first time in what feels like years.
I’m pretty excited about what I’m writing, even though I’m only two pages in. I’m not going to talk about it, yet ;P