“She and I don’t speak about the usual things, in fact, she and I often don’t speak much at all; we often walk instead next to each other in silence, short glances exchanged in between blinks to remind us that we are understood in our insolation.”
— V.I.P.P.
“I have few secrets Which makes me happy And then pulls me to grief. I can never share them With anyone. They are my burthen And I love dragging with them. Untill they are with me They will be salvaged. Somedays they are too light And I move on Without their load But somedays, They are all over my mind Forcing me to shut myself. For if I told them to anyone In a fit of melancholy I might just lose them.”
— naivepenning (via thoughtkick)
Drinkin’ Henny and I’m tryna forget
But I can’t get this shit outta my head.
Post Malone
