Sarcasm and Iced Coffee

bastardlybrendan:

Skumfuk - Sum 41

Well what can I say?
Guess it’s obvious you would end up this way,
When you live amongst the dead.
The best of luck,
As the one and only resident scumfuk.
A victim or just a tragedy?

tornblueprints:

Typewriter jazz
drips like watercolor
into the tear-flooded
chambers
of your half-hollow
heart,
And the alleyways 
on the back of your hand
wind like boy scout knots
and nooses
made by men
who sing the blues
but everyday save their necks
from it
Because hand-painted tiles 
on their mothers’ 
kitchen floors
remind them that they don’t have to
be marble monuments
to survive 
history.

so there’s this thing..

alongthebroken-road:

and it’s called living in ohio..

and it suckss.

(via smallhandsx)

“You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away” by The Beatles

(Source: phantomdragon09)

“If I had a cigarette 
For every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette
Then I’d have enough cigarettes
To get me through the day

And if I had some spare change
Every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change
Then I’d have enough spare change
To take care of these bills I need to pay”