when you’re just so tired of dealing with everything that your palms get sweaty and it feels like they’re ripping the hair out of your skull automatically. routines & aftermaths are killing me.
Talking shit about a pretty sunset, Blanketing opinions that I’ll probably...– “Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset” by Modest Mouse (via sotolongo)
People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They...– Bukowski, Pulp (via roobzzz)
nobody wins. ask Caesar.– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
Bring back Group B.
Anonymous asked: do you have a girlfriend?
I need laughter, I need love, some special drug I need cigarettes.
I honestly can’t believe I just broke another board… just doing heelflips in the store over the rug, I’m 125lbs and I just fell right through it… I need a board sponsor, but I’m not cool enough for that. fuck I hate being broke all the time.