1. I had a fun Labor Day weekend with @joshgroulx and @jenaand

  2. Bombing some hills in GR with @joshgroulx


  3. chicagobowls:

    Sorority Noise | Blonde Hair, Black Lungs

    (Source: kevinkinky-, via thot-chocolate)


  6. tripp-and-fall:

    I’ll repeat it and repeat it until you believe it: “you’re gonna be okay.”

    My favorite listener song.

    (Source: queer-balladeer, via kristindesormeaux)

  7. My mind’s convinced that you never left 🎶 #basement


  8. "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable."
    — John F. Kennedy (via antigovernmentextremist)

  10. monsterpoptart:

    Open the curtains,

    Singing birds tell me,

    “Tear the buildings down!”

    You felt blessed to receive their pleasant sound.

    (via berckplage)


  12. "I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone."
    — Robin Williams (via wordsnquotes)

    (Source: wordsnquotes, via slightlyboringg)

  13. xfakedeath:


    O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
    The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
    While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

    But O heart! heart! heart!
    O the bleeding drops of red,
    Where on the deck my Captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead.

    O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
    Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
    For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
    For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

    Here captain! dear father!
    This arm beneath your head;
    It is some dream that on the deck,
    You’ve fallen cold and dead.

    My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
    My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
    The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
    From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

    Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
    But I, with mournful tread,
    Walk the deck my captain lies,
    Fallen cold and dead.

    this fucking kills me

    (Source: gaia2007, via teenvgeblues)

  14. (Source: tblaberge, via unordinaryxmind)


  15. nathanieljesse:

    Jesus Christ, I’m 26
    All the people I graduated with,
    All have kids, All have wives,
    All have people who care if they come home at night
    Well, Jesus Christ, did I fuck up?”