hey throwback to march

hey throwback to march

*anyone like this with a man bun around?*

(Source: ppedropascal)


I will never understand how a man can confess romantic feelings to me and then refrain from talking to me. Like, why bother letting me think of you in a certain way if you aren’t into the idea of sticking around?


(Source: fagblogger)

I was yours, you weren’t mine.

—a six word story by unknown (via just-six)


come over my house and kill me


on a freezing chicago street we shook
your hands were trembling from all those pills you took
and we got drunk on cheap red wine in a paper cup

and i was barely awake when you got home
and climbed yourself into bed wearing cheap perfume
and sarah screamed your every breath is a gift
if you weren’t so selfish then you might want to live

so if your lover should leave don’t get too sad
and don’t compose epic poems to win her back
'cause when your bird has flown, she'll never return home
though all your life you’ll wait she never will return

(Source: bwdesires)

(Source: brandon-macleod)