I'm a loser that doesn't sleep, I don't have very many friends, too diverse selection of music, pretty girls, dapper dudes, or something.
I'm God's lonely man.
I'm God's lonely man.
(via captainkirk)
LIVE BODIES & DEAD SOULS
i swear to god she says "like" after every fucking word.
so like i like love like this like perfume like like like like like like like
like
Instant confirmation of incompetence!
Brickwall Streets
The man exits the 1950’s style coffee shop and enters into the cold, dying streets. As he walks down this black, iron pathway, he sees a womanly figure deep in the shadow fields. She makes a subtle hand gesture, suggesting him to come closer. He sparks a cigarette, lighting the night with orange and red dreams. The woman is gone. He drops his cigarette, puts it out with his foot.
He wakes up in a coffee shop, and enters into the dying streets.
minnesota is a depressing love story
we were young
and with youth, comes stupidity.
we wanted to see everything
and everything wanted to see us.
we were in love
but we hated each other so much.
the sunset reminds me of your smile
and how it fades into the night
we explored the night skies
we ventured out into the sun rays
we covered miles and miles for days and days
even the brightest colors in the worlds resemble the darkest greys
when you’re gone
but it’s just helpless little hank
getting me through these nights
I FOUND A TRUMPET.
well, 3 but one of them seems in pretty good condition and it’s under $200, which is my limit.
i’ll tell my mom tomorrow.
they’ll all think i’m crazy, but i already know a bit about the trumpet. i played the trombone for about 3 years.
my brother has all his instruments he doesn’t let me even look at, why can’t i have a harmonica and a trumpet?
i know what i’m doing
want to start a band?
I am still going to be a member, y/y?
Of course, of course. What do you play?
