"We had a threesome
You, me and my depression
Depression fucks hard"
today I walked through the snow and found a field of headstones
they were in rows like the weeks on calendars
where each box is a day that you can never escape
without pills for your poisonous sleep.
my favorite bright eyes song ever; the namesake of my car, etc.
do any of you even know my name
(Source: radjew, via l-u-a)
one time at an airport I saw a girl on tumblr and I went to her blog and anonymously sent her stuff like
"your bag is too big for the overhead storage compartment"
"tell your dad they’re boarding your row now"
and I could see her getting visibly more and more uncomfortable
i have a santa kink. i want you to dress up in a sexy santa suit and leave me expensive presents under the tree when im sleeping. leave afterwards
"It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but - but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s - That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess."