uh, I need a job…

buck-barnes:

i wish there was a non-assholeish way to say “our friendship has run it’s course, you make me uncomfortable with your feelings and a lot of shit you do pisses me off bye”

(via nobirdsnobirds)

sadprayers-guiltybodies:

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.

Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.

—Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies”

(via oxblood)

fuq u mom, u a cray bitch.