Notes and thoughts and things

You can call me Jude.

Southern California -->Oklahoma. Mid Twenties.
I cried myself to sleep last night. Some of it over Her and some of it over my own weakness to let her affect me in that way. 
My heart still hurts, but my head is doing a wonderful job of first aid. 

I cried myself to sleep last night. Some of it over Her and some of it over my own weakness to let her affect me in that way. 

My heart still hurts, but my head is doing a wonderful job of first aid. 

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate, via therainiscoming)

You should know I’m gonna
write you poetry with my tongue
on the small of your back
and it will be the damned best thing
that I ever wrote
and though soon it may vanish
under the motel light glow
it will live on forever
in your trembling bones.

—Beau Taplin || The No Vacancy Sign Poet Society (via calvalley858)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via beautifullychaoticmess)