Fadedinstinct - Rown

in the arms of the monster under the bed, i sit, watching my insides and grinning sinisterly at the other monster. the room shifts, swallows me, and spits me out like a vengeful brother worthy of punishment. my foot slips into rooms increasingly strange and filthy. i want to dance as if the end of the world didn’t come as predicted in two thousand fourteen, in slow-mo, and you with your headphones over your ears like a rogue pirate bored of reality, to hold me when i fall and bring me back to normality.

my english teacher not being a trumpie is kind of surprising to me maybe he isn’t that bad after all

they brainwashed an entire generation into believing doing everything on your own, lacking community, devaluing family, and normalizing detachment was cool... man...

guys how the fuck do i learn latin in one week don’t ask why

“Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.” ― Patti Smith, Just kids

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MAYHEM out in 10 hours i’ll be twerking and crying at the same time