i. ii. iii. iv. v.

 —  forth

captain-habit:

Well you know I hardly speak
When I do, it’s just for you
I haven’t said a word in weeks
Cause they’ve been keepin’ me from you


Thrice || A Song For Milly Michaelson

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You play along,
because you want to die for love,
you always have.

—  Richard Siken (via rabbitinthemoon)

(via 5000letters)

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You think I’m not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you’ll burn.

—  Margaret Atwood, from “Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing” (via larmoyante)

(via 5000letters)

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ammit420:

im thankful for 

  • my face
  • the weed that goes in my face
  • my lungs for fuckin wit me
  • my brain for processing and distributing the weed amongst itself
  • my hands for gettin the weed to my face
  • fire 
  • money

(via swimming-in-oblivion)

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supermodelgif:

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I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.

—  Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem (via 5000letters)

(via nomadiam)

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