cold coffee and contradictions

the bizzare ramblings of an over active mind

If this is the prime of life I wish I could skip the blasted youth

Frightened Rabbit - Skip the youth (via yoursummerismywinter)

There’s something wrong with me
And it reads nothing like poetry.
So will you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies?

—Frightened Rabbit, “Dead Now” (via xoxobrennan)

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

The Winter of the Air  (via fuckinq)

this seriously fucked me up right now

(via fight-0ff-yourdem0ns)

(Source: kalynroseanne, via lotsalipstick)

I don’t care what anyone says, no one actually likes soda

My life is shitty but checkout my cat

My life is shitty but checkout my cat

Men are fucked