de-pressedflower:

tbh ive been waiting all year to reblog this 

a few screws loose // a great big pile of leaves

But did you know?
I hold my breath through every tunnel,
and wish I could get over this feeling of slipping under.
But I never get that far.

Everything’s so uncertain.
Can’t find the right direction.
You look in the mirror and tell me you see clear.
I lie, say I can see me, but I can’t get past this feeling.
I’d talk, but no one listens.
Can’t make my own decisions.

excdus:

Dariusz Wieclawski

Beach Houses, from Teenage Stories, 2005
snowce:

Egon Schiele, Liebende [Lovers], c.1909

Mac Demarco - Goodbye Weekend

sickpage:

Brendan George Koproof of existence
tomasorban:

2013