timberwulfe:

I Wrote Haikus About Cannibalism In Your Yearbook || 7

When you make that face it’s perfect. Hold me so tight that my ribs break so I can die in your arms. I’ve felt this way before and ive said all of these words.

Hold me to your chest because I need your heartbeat since I can’t look into your eyes. I don’t deserve to anyway &  I know honesty is your weakness & you know affection is mine.

Neither of us have healed from past hurts I can see it on your face & you can hear it in my voice all I have this broken heart to offer you so take it it’s yours.
its been broken beyond more breaking so i could really use someone to rebuild. 

steppingoncracks:

I don’t mind your common sense,
you are already down.
And living alone, I confess.
I am already down.
But this place is a prison, I know.
I am guarding the cells.
I hope I can hold on 
until the day that I escape.
And I don’t know how that is.
I don’t care how that is.

lizstomani-a:

The Gin War | Cassino

iamcitizenx:

The Front Bottoms play “Mountain” on a castle

mutilerlefauve:

king jeremy comadre

fuckinsinister:

Blacklisted / Stations

steppingoncracks:

the body | lathspell i name you

To pull back this ruined limb. Devoid of purpose, for all intents ruined. A time that stole this heart. A yield of bone and flesh. Empty seeds that grow into hollow shells with no fruit. To fill a hole that can not be filled. A time that stole this spine. A yield of stone and ash. Words that follow forms sedative and misleading and a need for the need to believe. A crushing need to be desired. Full of fear of abandonment. To give hope to a heart that can not know hope. A yield of disappointments, and you are a liar. Est mea vocorum vox daemoniorum (my voice is the invoker of demons). Vivos ango (I torment the living). Convoco pestem (I summon the plague). Noxa dissipo (I disperse harm). Coniugo cruentes (I bring the bloodyminded together). Sacrosanctum convomo (I vomit all over the consecrated). Mortuos laudo (I praise the Dead). Gray dust piled and blown away to hill and plain. May you find unease, diseased and weak offspring. Retract at the sun’s glare. Retreat. Fall back. Crippled wallower. Years and years, upon wasted years. Upon sundered seas and darkling stars. No cairn of stone, no circle of spear. A wash in dead technologies. Waters clogged with branch and ash. Atop the crest of an epoch. There, eyes with bitter tears, alone stand I unsatisfied with a lack of proof of your demise. Repayment in kind I demand. A just finality I deserve.

sadsappysuck3r:

Joyce Manor ||Stupid Origami

i’d never even heard of this song before tonight and i ripped it off of their myspace. this is not new, by the way.

aveytaresbuckethats:

The Beers - The Front Bottoms

“And I will remember that summer
As the summer I was taking steroids
Cause you like a man with muscles
And I like you”

elizabethmarrie:

The Front Bottoms//Just As Big Twice As Swollen

ghost-milk:

dammit, Matt was playing this band in his car last night and I thought they sounded so stupid but less than 24 hours later I am hooked??

turnthegun:

The Front Bottoms ~ Maps

blondepilot:

So Sick We’re Dead - The Front Bottoms

Is anyone else burning up?
Can I open a window?
Should I tell them “enough”?
Should I tell them “enough”? 

heretherebemonsterss:

The Front Bottoms // The Boredom is the Reason I Started Swimming It’s Also the Reason I Started Sinking

I could stand up, I could man up, 
It’s just so convenient to be fragile.