And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears.How I wept to god in fits. I’ve hated airports ever since.
Andria - La Dispute (x)



what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions

like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and

they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks

(via disguised-in-your-sheets)


"I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself."

you are pretending to be patched up
you miss her as if her absence
is a bright hole in your life, a blinding truth
that is ruining you

in late nights your skin
soaks with sweat and in desperation,
your mouth works over her name
and your words come unglued
as you plead with her ghost
in your dreams

and in all this time
i’ve never heard you say
about me.