cleaning my room, reading my journal, i came across this— how bittersweet, to be left hanging can’t stop the replaying, in my head pressed against this glass, seeing past i can’t reach out— out of my control. i want to rearrange the circumstance, or build the will to break down walls inside.
TWIABP— To The Janitor, To The King ...
poursomewhiskeyintomy: most times i feel like shit and i’m only concerned with what i can get away with. what can i get away with?
i need to remind myself from now on that smoking incessantly will not help with anything— especially when riding 50 miles an hour on a bike.
Anonymous asked: Thirty-seven and forty-two. :3
Anonymous asked: 13
Anonymous asked: 14!
today will be perfect for manhandling the backroads on my bike. i hardly have to get suited up in this weather. i love it so much.
nothing beats the cold breeze flapping against my arm fat on a midnight bike ride.