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how to do your homework
- you don’t
- now lie back and watch your hopes and dreams go away
So I smoked my first cigarette and said dumb things to a girl. I didn’t die.
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I want to know why we haven’t been calling each other, mixing up the lines, and leaving our phones confused and denied, but that’s the least important question I could ever sputter right now. We’re young, we’re high, and we’re convinced that we can still fall in love, and that sounds like it’s worth being stupid, but I could just be being stupid. Have you ever returned a text passive-aggressively, then jumped out of your window, hit the ground running, and tackled the recipient to keep yourself in their contacts? Because I want to know how that turned out for you before I try it myself. ”You’re so pretty.” is one of the prettiest phrases in English diction to me, because I can’t imagine saying it without being with someone I trust completely, and that’s a sight for sore, lonely eyes. Mine felt a sting from the smoke in the air, so I blinked repeatedly and you took it as a signal; I don’t know why you thought that, you just got me wrong, but you’ve done that often so I’m unsurprised. Hearts might be like autoclaves, but hearts also beat, so I say mine’s a djimbe that I play out on the street corner trying to get some cash and odd stares from girls like you. You fucking get what you deserve around these parts, and I think we best be moving on before we get killed with kindness. Bring the car around back, I’ll weave an atlas with a guitar while we staple rubber to the asphalt, dancing on gravel around a campfire later that night.
It’s you! It’s me! It’s this, that, the dancing, driving, and getting back what we deserve!
Michael Kiwanuka | A Take Away Show (by LaBlogotheque)
Soul.
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