ubiquitous

'I'm so glad that my memory's remote, because I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note.'

On sunny days I stretch my branches out to be closer to the sun. On rainy days I sing the blues, sorrowful and sweet, then drift into sleep.

I have no idea where I belong, what I'm doing, or how to begin. But I am trying to figure it out, with the help of this journal. And maybe you.

(via cakeface)

(via cakeface)

I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately (though my emotions are not necessarily conveyed by the video)

hah

“oh sorry, i must not have looked at my phone”

excuses, excuse of a person i am, the excuse of a person you are

creatrice:

iwritewithlight:

stonerparty:

The Founders with some real OG advice 4U - dolla dolla bill, y’all.

creatrice:

iwritewithlight:

stonerparty:

The Founders with some real OG advice 4U - dolla dolla bill, y’all.

in the four seconds

we lay sandwiched

ifelteverything

the lights are going off

future shining not as a beacon

but some hope