(Source: almostmainstream)

I’ve got this store-bought way of saying I’m okay, and you learned how to cry in total silence. We’re talented and bright. We’re lonely and uptight. We’ve found some lovely ways to disappoint

(Source: digsunsets)

terrorhawk:

nightmaresforaweek:

Without Mythologies by The Weakerthans

If I could I would make you a raging river,
with angry rapids, supplied with rain,
so you could always meander
and forever be able to run away
without contending with myths wrongly interpreted, with pain.
A harsh wind.

(Source: jackiefarrell)

Why can’t I draw right up to what I want to say?
Why can’t I ever stop when I want to stay?