right now I’m thinking about baseball. I fucking hate baseball. but I wish I would’ve played when I was younger. because maybe then I wouldn’t be striking out as much today.

pense a moi la prochaine fois que tu entendra la rumeur des vagues et si elles te disent que tu m’as fait que du mal, t’en fais pas
j’suis la pour ca

so stoked!!

ourcorsair:

Selling these at Rockin’ Roots this year.

I dont know why I’ve been so on edge lately, but I really fucking hope it stops. so sick of being stuck in limbo. getting ignored. falling through the cracks. seems like that’s where I belong. …stuck. I need a break. freedom. a fucking CAR. I need to get out of this rut. going insane stuck here. I’m hurting people here. hurting myself. just keep ripping at these cords until it opens or I fall face first into the ground. this hurts. just keep cutting open the wound. ripping out the sutures. forcing out the silence.

I just need to be held. comforted.

…kissed.

or maybe I should stop being such a little emo kid.