a life span of less than twenty-four hours.
652 miles later and I am all shaky knees
and torn hangnails.
you are fleeing with eyes closed
creating every 
single
worry
and fear
that you tried so delicately
to pretend I would be shielded from.
there are still brambles in your beard.
your eyes are still ocean spray.

EVERYTHING IS DUMB ALL OF THE TIME SO I’M JUST GOING TO ACCEPT THAT AND LET IT BE DUMB AND MANEUVER MY WAY THROUGH IT ANYWAY.

asaladaday:

Heavenly Father || Bon Iver

Every lyric and its relevance right now is piercing and awakening.

yourpersonalcheerleader:

Reject the notion that you are supposed to be at a certain place by now.

Don’t measure yourself to some colloquial set of social constructions.