So bury me at sea Let’s pretend it’s all a bad dream Let me get some sleep...– The Bastards, The Vultures, The Wolves by The Wonder Years (via plaguefulthoughts)
marsthebringerofwar: Every fibre of my being strains for combat, and I really do not know why. Death is seductive, destruction is sexy, and a vortex of both could consume me without complaint.
Protip: don't let drunk Luke near computers.
People wear jeggings, thong underwear, wallet chains. People enjoy watching...– Elizabeth Trundle (via nevver)
I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.– Sage Francis (via furples)
I'm having a fucking identity crisis.
I’m completely fucking done with everyone at this school save for a very, very select few, but leaving them is going to be the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. I ran my last track race yesterday. That’s been half my life for almost half of my life and now it’s just over. Almost all of my best friends have come from track and now I don’t even have that anymore. I...
marsthebringerofwar: basednigel: where does the free syrian army get their slim fit camo pants I don’t know, but I want some, so I can look fresh as all hell when I engage in armed revolution against my government.
morningsuns: If my jokes offend you: I’m sorry It won’t happen again 1 & 2 are lies You’re a pussy
So bury me in your backyard in a box Full of things you couldn’t completely...
I’m losing sleep, I’m losing friends I’ve got a love/hate love with the city I’m in.
Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to...– Charles Bukowski (via abattoirr)