he's a real nowhere man

this slump has really managed to ruin my week. it's the little things. like when you know the "1 missed call" on your phone is just your dad. and you check. and it really is just your dad. but there was still that little bit of hope that it was someone caring and warm.



i'll say it once, i'll say it ten million times;:''' when i get sick, i honestly believe it's the physical manifestation of my wretched emotional/mental state.








there have been some really amazing summer nights though, let me tell you:

i'm framing that picture and taking it with me to college.

scrape your knee it is only skin

makes the sound of violins