so, uh. Yeah.

Kyle Porter, 19, alive, listens to a lot of music. Blog is SFW, but likes may not be.

vivi-shiba: “ j-aws: “ ryedragon: “ inritum: “ reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :) ” OH MY FUCKING...

vivi-shiba:

j-aws:

ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!


this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

yay its back.

so…
I half jokingly reblogged this yesterday cos I thought it was a nice picture…
and was like oh wow I only get wishes on birthdays what would I wish for?!?!?! how about gainful employment L0L

… and like…

I have a job now? That I never applied for? That someone just called me up and said “here, have this”? In a place I really really like?

So like… h8ers gonna h8 or something

(via lx-lune)

Our Sunday Affairs

—Birdseed

crimean-gothic:

bad habits are such hard habits to break and i’m still not convinced good habits even exist. but between all the empty bottles and cigarettes you think we would have learned something by now. self destruction as an art form. not the prettiest picture, but one i abide to none the less. i’ve sang too many songs for someone only fifteen, and when did we start counting years by my number of teeth?

sometimes i realize why everyone wants to kill themselves.

Our Sunday Affairs

—Swing

leftinlastyear:

Our Sunday Affairs || Swing

Got my first tattoo a week ago!

You Blew It! - Abendrot LP

You Blew It! - Abendrot LP

Finally copped the new AF album

Finally copped the new AF album

Our Sunday Affairs

—In The Eyes of Sailors We're All Saints

leftinlastyear:

Our Sunday Affairs | In The Eyes of Sailors We’re All Saints

We laid there like an open wound

You commissioned to his wrist

He couldn’t handle when you said

“I’m just not feeling this.”