I miss Kyle I haven’t seen him in like three days like I’m five???? I don’t care I just really miss him and can’t wait to see him and hold him and kiss him and wow what a cool bf

The start to my sleeve! Thanks @alex_godair for the @mapsnatlases tattoo! Helllllll yeaaaahhhh

The start to my sleeve! Thanks @alex_godair for the @mapsnatlases tattoo! Helllllll yeaaaahhhh

I only have five songs I want to play for my show because all my other songs are either on piano or mean nothing to me now…….

This picture is from three years ago!! Happy birthday to @skeetfoxes who is one of the best friends I have had for the last five or six years. He has always been there for me to make me laugh, cheer me up and just be a great influence and person to have in my life. It’s so nice to have someone in my life understand me like you, aaron! I love you and have a great day!!! ❤️😍😘❤️👄

This picture is from three years ago!! Happy birthday to @skeetfoxes who is one of the best friends I have had for the last five or six years. He has always been there for me to make me laugh, cheer me up and just be a great influence and person to have in my life. It’s so nice to have someone in my life understand me like you, aaron! I love you and have a great day!!! ❤️😍😘❤️👄

I wonder what it’s like to be kissed underneath jersey sheets
of a king sized mattress that I share
with you.
I wonder what it’s like to wake up to
sleepy, worn down eyes,
soft skin with bones nearly exposed,
every morning before fresh coffee
fills my mug—in the cabinet with all my
other novelties I’ve collected over the years.
And I wonder if you were there
for the mug from Oregon or the
sweatshirt from Montana or the
key chain from Boston or the
shot glass from Dallas and we would
thank God we never made it to Vegas.
And I will wonder about the memories and the novelties and the kisses underneath jersey sheets and
hope that it’s you there with me.

Id exchange cars for lions
and the internet for some fucking peace
watch green vines scale the sides of building
creaking + bent as they weep
into tall offices and business parks
where necks are strangled by keyboards
with monotone microphone mouths
they still smile and thrive
when the VP gazes down
with the drool of regulated progression
pouring out the corner of vacant mouths
Id exchange planes for a range of multiplying rain clouds
pin them with needles to the ground
tear off their wings as they struggle
who is the sociopath now
line up all the preachers
line up all the officers
line up all the politicians
line up all the doctors
an oblong party in nightgowns
drop each one onto a stake
like we living in dracula’s house
talk about finances and collateral damage mortgages and cash cows
between the popping and screaming sounds
while they preach woozy gospel of wooden stakes through the mouth
my insurance agent stands in the center of the city
softly repeating,
If you were dead, she could be living
If you were dead, she could be living
If you were dead, she could be living
all it takes is a signature and a nominal fee
all I can think
WOULD SHE WANT TO LIVE HERE WITHOUT ME
yeah, probably
no one calls me as much as my insurance agent
depressing disgusting
add another liability to my life insurance policy
then go fuck yourself you’re going to hell
just like her just like me

SAD.2       (via ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket)