Good Riddance

pictures painted by your hand

will never look the same again.

the colors run, the colors fade.

what once was bright

has now turned to grey.

there is a place in which i keep.

the parts of you and me.

as they were meant to be.

as just a memory

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Flowers that I pressed

“Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die, I’m a little bit scared of what comes after”

Brand New (via suicidal-insanity)


click here to enter into a teenage boys mind

The current season of my life: waiting.