lettingthroughlight:

312 - Joyce Manor | Drainage

(via suburbvn-cum)

apotropaicz:

I Felt Your Shape | The Microphones

I felt your fall
Your winter snows
Your gusty blow
Your lava flow
I felt it all
Your starry night
Your lack of light
With limp arms I can feel most of you

(via karmawasteland)

bearsdale:

i-am-i-am-i-am:

I Miss You (Acoustic) - Blink-182

My ears puked blood and overjoy the nanosecond it started.

Well this is a bit perfect

(Source: the-blink182, via soymilk-hands)

astonishingly:

buffering more like suffering

(via i-am-a-camera-girl)

"Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning."

Kid in my lit class

Simple yet very true.

(via melodiousgeekery)

(via chinkquitabanana)