youll never see me somewhere i belong.

what i do not say will be the very cause of my demise. so i put it here instead.
myhearteatsbeats:

(via cross record)
(I’m barely here)

myhearteatsbeats:

(via cross record)

(I’m barely here)

i almost forgot.

someone told me a new story about you tonight. a new story about us. it made me remember what you meant. i thought that i was over you but maybe i just needed to be reminded.

no, i just need to forget.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. Charles Dickens (via she-thinks) (via onherway)
Poetry used to be a private thing, much like masturbation. You did it, sure, but you kept it to yourself. Now you don’t have to do that. You share poetry with anyone, even your wife. Irving Layton (via whokilled) (via stare-at-walls)
flyingkites:
mogadonia: phantomoftheradio: pink floyd (movie still)

flyingkites:

mogadonia: phantomoftheradio: pink floyd (movie still)
(via scout)

(via scout)