Going to bed on the last day of summer vacation
"Hey Rebekka when you smile at me the bad shit goes away. I’m hoping one of these days I’ll find the nerve to say, could you ever love a punk? Could you ever love a kid who’s done everything I did, you know there’s been a lotta stupid shit throughout the years. I’ll admit that it was fun but now I’m hanging up my gun, in the hopes that you’re the one that wants to hold me to."
I match like a lunatic
"All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living."
— Iain S. Thomas (via bl-ossomed)