Well, I say come for a week.
You can sleep in my bed.
And pass through my life like a dream through my head.
“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
- Edgar Allan Poe
This house it holds nothing but the memories. And the moon, it leaves silver, but never sleeps and then the silver turns to gray. Oh, stay with me Arienette, until the wolves are away.” —
Bright Eyes, Arienette
(Source: via blua)
not quite sure what to say
Oh also, on the bus journey home, there were tons of spare seats around and not many people on the bus but this like 40 year old guy covered in tattoo’s and piercings decides to sit right next to me
Wow, that was weird
was listening to music on the bus and when I got home, as soon as I took my headphones out my head started like throbbing and I couldn’t hear anything..