I said, “Kiss me, you’re beautiful -these are truly the last days.”
You grabbed my hand and we fell into it; like a daydream or a fever. 
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down. For sure it’s the valley of death.

(via sullenclarity)


"If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door." - Milton Berle

Facebook gives me SO much social anxiety it’s crazy.

If you are a poet in NJ, come read your poetry at The Batcave next Wednesday. Please.

8/26/14 by riverlikespine.

This mix right here though.


I made this mix for a friend (with the help of Stillmank). It took about ten hours, collectively. If anyone wants me to send them a personal copy, shoot me a message with your address and I will send them out as soon as possible.

Sorrow found me when I was young,

Sorrow waited, sorrow won.