I want to throw myself off a building.
I hope as I fall, I fade.
Only for a second.
Let my body suddenly act as if it were part of this concrete all along.
This way you can walk all over me forever.

christopherfenimore:

Code Orange.

christopherfenimore:

Code Orange.

feralwitchhchild:

Code Orange Kids show for the second time. Fat upper lip during the first song. It hurts. Life is awesome.

feralwitchhchild:

Code Orange Kids show for the second time. Fat upper lip during the first song. It hurts. Life is awesome.

reidhaithcock:

Code Orange. Middle East, Cambridge, MA

vaginawoolf:

steal her look: spooky pumpkin:

  • gucci women’s black stretch suede legging $1850
  • saint laurent classic turtleneck sweater in black cashmere with black suede elbow patches $1490
  • pumpkin $3

(via theevenbraverlittletoaster)

We all have someone we can rebuild from memory physically.
I remember your glow and beneath that.
The curvature from the hips to your knees and down to your feet.
What a blessing that a person who can be your reason for anything can also be so well spoken.
It’s a gift given to you that you won’t even pick up on.

That’s why you miss someone.
Their thoughts keep you grounded.
You wonder what they could possibly be saying now if they were present in front of you and within reach.

You can’t guess.
You’ve exhausted all your valuable memories and now there are only “what if” situations.


This can go on forever.
So goodnight.
See you tomorrow.

And stay right there baby. This way you’ll still love me too.

(Source: risingtensions, via nevermindz)

Hell is what exactly?

Please I hope I get something.
Tell me who am I, am I to be regarded as a person that’s so close to be too close to be around the most?
But who am I to be someone important?
Who am I to be considered truth?
I am not me, I’m pompous and I’m ignorant.
I can very well be over me but not the you that’s you.


Goodnight. Morning. Afternoon.