I’m tired… I’m so tired. I thought I just needed a night’s sleep, but it’s more than that. Inside Llewyn Davis. Dir. Joel Coen.  (via wordsnquotes)

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- 5 days ago


Where is my mind?

sad n pretty
how many secrets can you keep?
They’ve been together since the summer
and it shows: the electricity in the car
when I climb in, how the baby hairs on my neck
stand up at attention like they know
they’re in the presence of something real
and important. Something that needs to be
acknowledged. We carry on our conversation
like nothing is out of the ordinary,
talk about things that don’t really matter
to the world at large but that are still vastly
important to us. I like to see how far
they’ve both come with their relationship,
hands locking together out of instinct
over the cup holders, the reassurance of skin,
shifting their bodies to favor each other,
the amount of love blowing in from the vents.
I am happy there in the back seat, wind in my hair,
the highway stretching out before us,
their love a sun roof, a tangerine I can sink
my teeth into, hold delicately in my mouth,
smile and laugh around, all flesh and lung.
After they drop me off at home, I come into
my bedroom and lay down and watch the
light shift and change on the walls. Swallow. Kristina Haynes, “From the Back Seat of My Best Friend’s Car” (via contramonte)

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- 2 weeks ago




this is the single saddest post I have ever seen on tumblr.

I relate so much

i posted this as a joke why does it have 3,000 notes and hipster urls everywhere it was probably a homeless crack addict who got hold of a spray can

Well maybe because to some people it does mean something. I reblogged it and then read your comment and it means something to me because I dropped out of school freshmen year and would be graduating right now. Just because it’s a joke to you, doesn’t mean it is to everyone.