Art at airport
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I keep fantasizing about screaming my head off at most of the people I know. It makes me feel happy for a second, I get a bit to point out everything that feels so glaringly obvious to me. I get to ask why and call people names that I know would make them feel how I feel. At the same time, no one’s ever made any personal progress acting hysterical. I can’t do that, not if I want good things to eventually come my way. I want to look back at my years as an undergraduate with some fondness. I’ve got to put forth real effort in my experience with the limited time I have left. I don’t know what exactly that means. I’m afraid of the things I’ll have to give up to be happy. Feeling discarded, dragged along for the sake of habit and familiarity, that’s not the way I want to live my life.
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Andrew Wyeth
“Day Dream”
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I’ve never been so miserable and I call my mother and she says “all I hear from you is negative.” I don’t even know why I call her
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all i had, i gave.
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the whole gang’s here
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If there's one thing that I'm not going to do tonight,
it's die for you
'Cause when you speak, it's those two who
speak through you
Who'll speak for me?
The burning and the electricity?
- from "Rotten Stinking Mouthpiece," the Mountain Goats (x)
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There’s worms in my brain worms in my brain worms in my brain
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I wish I could assign a song for everything I draw, it’d be so cool
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“The Calories in Rum” by meee in India Ink
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A dog walking a dog and they hate each other
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I feel sick about a particular girl. I’m happy that any sensation is still there. It’s good to have something
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slowly coming to the realization your childhood home is no longer your home
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