I Feel Like I Can Only Write Emo Music Because I'm Not Actually Angry Enough About Anything To Make Authentic

coldest eyes, and the softest touch

My Pokémon ❤️💙

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

my kitten always politely and apologetically licks my fingers after trying to gnaw holes through them

he doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart

and i will move far away and won't see or talk to him for five years.

and as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down

and he asks me what i've wanted all my life

i tell him, "i don't know."

-sleep patterns by merchant ships from for cameron

i must have died alone, a long, long time ago

the seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet

o and how i shook like the san andreas, took to writing all the things i was too afraid to scream, like, "i love you" or, "i'm leaving" or "i will never be able to forgive myself for this."

a co-headlined title fight and mobo reunion tour would literally print money

when you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts