Where were you when I was still kind?

Tam. 21. Lazybum. Cigarettes. Butter

northbound:

They’re called eyebrows cause my eyes be browsing yo fine ass 

(via 8abe)

I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind.

—Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via pureblyss)

(via thelandlockedmariner)

what doesn’t kill you
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive

Lets go on late night romantic dates at Taco Bell