There’s no injection for this, the aching in your lungs.
-Hands Like Houses
because i don’t have anything else to post.
…i had time to draw
I want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, where everyday’s a bone palace ballet.
i cant fucking draw curtains
My mind at peace: Away from the world, in the sun with my ipod, a bag of candy, and a pencil and paper at hand.
…Put me out like a cigarette.
We sit on front porches and swing life away.
this is kind of shitty. it looked better in my head.