band t-shirts in your ex-lover’s closet.

The Good Life - under a honeymoon.

this.

alonesomes:

Take my word for it, I’m not worth it
I ignored you all night and you
don’t deserve it
Morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot
I was sure you were right but
you’re not
I contemplate my ruined fate
Someone will hurt me so bad one day
And you’ll resonate or I’ll apologize
Or maybe I’ll make the same mistake twice
I hide from phone calls under the warm water
Malice desists, no it woefully recurs
And it plays like daytime TV shows, I confuse you
and I tell you not to love me
But I still kiss you when I want to
And I lament, you’re innocent
But somehow the object of my discontent
And it’s fucked up, I let you in
Even though I’ve seen what can happen
You make a tape, receive it in the mail
And I force myself busy, the diversion will prevail
And I will swallow all my guilt with little pills and forge my chin up
And I will only think about it in the
morning, in the bathtub

(Source: earthly-bones)

Tags: fuck

yes.

(read the damned tags, you cuntfuck.)

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do you even roadbike bro?

must watch video if you love bikes.

"

you’re the reason I don’t fall in love with things I can say ‘good-bye’  to.

"

-mega.

story of my life.

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and another trip to the hospital. 
got hit by a car and got thrown a good 15ft.smacked my head under my eye and on the side. severely concussed. road rash almost everywhere. on my face left side. elbows. and my right knee&leg is missing a good chunk of skin, all over pretty much. heads real fuzzy and I’m quite weak. also, hella sore, all over. duh. luckily, no broken bones this time, just unfortunate severe internal and external bullshit. so, yeah, fun night last night, to say the least. 
and of course it was a hit and run accident.
god damned pieces of shit in their cars that don’t pay attention to people ridin’ on two wheels, regardless if it’s a bicycle, scooter, or motorcycle. pay the fuck attention to us. so, FUCK YOU! just ‘cause you’re in your car/”safe zone” doesn’t mean you that you get a free pass at hitting people riding on two wheels. you, stupid fuckin’ thundercunts! die. 
I am okay. 
and I will bounce right back from this(as I have before) 
and get right back into to the saddle and ridin’ around on two wheels. 
fuck yes. 
fuck your face.

and another trip to the hospital.

got hit by a car and got thrown a good 15ft.smacked my head under my eye and on the side. severely concussed. road rash almost everywhere. on my face left side. elbows. and my right knee&leg is missing a good chunk of skin, all over pretty much. heads real fuzzy and I’m quite weak. also, hella sore, all over. duh. luckily, no broken bones this time, just unfortunate severe internal and external bullshit. so, yeah, fun night last night, to say the least.

and of course it was a hit and run accident.

god damned pieces of shit in their cars that don’t pay attention to people ridin’ on two wheels, regardless if it’s a bicycle, scooter, or motorcycle. pay the fuck attention to us. so, FUCK YOU! just ‘cause you’re in your car/”safe zone” doesn’t mean you that you get a free pass at hitting people riding on two wheels. you, stupid fuckin’ thundercunts! die.

I am okay.
and I will bounce right back from this(as I have before)
and get right back into to the saddle and ridin’ around on two wheels.
fuck yes.

fuck your face.

Tags: fuck

cadenced:

Donhou Cycles and Spindle Productions’ Experiments in Speed is now available online.

Inspired by those great men of the salt flats, those men that in the 60s pushed the Land Speed Record from the 300s up towards the 600mph mark in jet-propelled cars built in their sheds. We decided to do what we do: build a bicycle, but this time, in the spirit of those pioneers of speed, build it to see how fast we could go…

another wow.

must watch. ‘til the end.

ride hard & ride fast.

Daniel Johnston - ‘Silly Love.’

yeah.

thanks, Daniel Johnston.

"Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever. We made love just looking at them."

— buk.

(Source: whispsofinvisibleme, via ayeimjay)

fact.

I’m tired of feeling like shit.


yeah.

Tags: fact feels fuck

yourlipswerethesoftestyet:

“Postmark My Compass” - American Nightmare

I am bleeding through
Writing songs for you
If I could say what I felt
Then I would draw for you
I’m just a boy letting go of his heart
Because the days are like knives
And the knives are so sharp
One more kiss - so I don’t forget
And then I’ll open my arms
To embrace the regret
Fragile dreams - fistfight kings
Slowdance queens…
Oh pick me please
Sending “get well” cards to former stars
‘Cause I know how it feels
To have fallen so far
Talentless yet nothingless
Than hopelessly in awe of you
I want nostalgia forever
If we throw this life away
Will we ever have to live again?
Say “no” and I’m all yours
Say “yes” and I’ll still pull
Tell the boys I’ll see them soon
Your lips were the softest yet
North, east, south and west…
I gave you my very best
I left my heart in yesterday
(Remember how it used to be)
I shot myself full of memory
(Before the world turned on me?)
Forget what you know
Forget that it hurts
The “new days” are coming…
They’re getting worse
I am bleeding through
Writing songs for you
They’re all for you

the absolute worst feel.

the worst is, when you say his name in your sleep, in my bed.





fuck!