P.s. Starlight

Apr 06
Permalink

Write easter article. finish excep essay. make questions for army article read and respond to self reliance

Feb 22
Permalink

You threw up all over my house And Were a dickhead to me And embarrased me And Made a complete Ass of yourself. Please dont ever t

Feb 11
Permalink
If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.
— Thoreau (via scout) (via thoughtsdetained)
Permalink
finallyseeing:

justoneplace:
You are the poemthat I want to write.

finallyseeing:

justoneplace:

You are the poem
that I want to write.
Permalink

My response, with 1 vulgarity.

your words have always been shit

and your face only gives me hell because of regret

regret i wanted to see it more.

Permalink
Don’t stop calling. You’re the reason I love losing sleep.
— Manchester Orchestra (via owlsgo) (via align) (via finallyseeing)
Permalink
But we make our own mistakes. We sleep
unwisely.
It is our right. It is our madness and our glory.
— Neil Gaiman, Locks (via wolvesatnight) (via finallyseeing)
Feb 06
Permalink
Permalink

New Blog

I have a new blog at:

psstarlight.blogpost.com

Jan 24
Permalink
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
— (via eecummings)
Permalink
Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.
— Chuck Palahniuk (via thoughtsdetained)
Permalink
If I wake up in the morning and I don’t want to get you a coffee or if I don’t see you for a week and I don’t want to go figure out something to FedEx you, then we’ve got a problem. You can fake the words I miss you, but you can’t fake getting someone a book.
— ~ John Mayer, on relationships (via thoughtsdetained)
Permalink
Every time I write, every time I open my eyes, I am cutting out a part of myself to give to you.
— Anis Mojgani (via jaava)
(via scintilla) (via finallyseeing)
Jan 23
Permalink
Permalink
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
— Mark Twain (via thoughtsdetained)