i wish it weren’t overcast

and i wish _

almost

half a bottle of jack and my weekend was almost okay

drunkenly careening across the internet

"…you will not be able to kiss someone else without tasting your loved ones tears stain your lips. You will not be able to take your clothes off for someone else without feeling like a field ripped bare to its soil."

i’ve lost my mind studying for this midterm

quarter to 3

party of 1

in jww 503

FOREVER AINT ENOUGH

"And in the end we’re all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness."

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via itsmicca)

(via prbuick11)

i need a long west la night walk and a hug

someone asked me the other day if i loved math

whenever i study math i wonder what it’s like to be someone who majors in something they love, or something they’re talented at, or something that isn’t what they hate the least

i hate when math textbook proofs include

and i get reminded of how fucked i am

(Source: tumblangeles)

"do not tell her you love her if you are not ready for her to call you at 3 AM freaking out.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot handle her father or mother.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot love her at her worse.
do not tell her you love her if you only crave for her curves, not her mind.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot deal with her mood swings.
do not tell her you love her just to have sex."

do not tell her you love her. Krystal Gonzalez  (via memoriesrecollected)

(via soicouldbelovely7681)

white lies everywhere

but i still think they’re convincing

losing battles

losing wars

captain jack will get you by tonight

billy lied to me

nothing could have numbed that void

and then the confirmation

excess

brightlightsloudnoises:

won’t you bring me something
to drink,

leave your cheap apartment
and

show up at my door
unexpected,

an angel
raising
a brown
paper bag
and
sending
me away from
the trivial
bullshit,

the
repetitious,
obvious,
recycled,
offensive,
exhausting 
bullshit
that
throws a wrench in
each
sunrise,

won’t you
plug the cord
back in
that’s been tripped
by the self-conscious,

won’t you open
a beer
and
spread

your
wings