the diseases of teenage angst.

arielnano:

I was browsing through images of Marlon Brando and I think to myself, they don’t make men like these anymore do they? Those neatly combed, shirt-tucking, cigarette-holding gentlemen…where have they gone?!

(via dont-be-scared-its-only-love)

It’s….it’s so little. ;~;

namasteh:

The human heart. (by CHLOEHANNAHPARR)

(via iwakeinaroomandrealizeiminsane)

mister-selfdestruct:

Eyes fail under the sun
they’ve adjusted to the night
and I’m eating darkness
because I hate my light
I’m wearing myself down
though my spirit wants to roam
these walls I build around myself
were never meant to be a home

Sight is another spectrum
that I don’t understand
the wrong sensory input
like tasting with my hands
and this prison that was safe
is where I’m most alone
and the walls I’ve built around myself
is the place I call home. 

Finn.

(via iwakeinaroomandrealizeiminsane)

I die everytime.

This face.