Lazy today, lazy tonight and later on

Alan, 21, California. Skating, Filming, Music.

I feel really lightheaded and weak right now and I don’t know why

I got my hopes up again, oh no not again #TBT #photography #sunset #palmtrees #california #summer

I got my hopes up again, oh no not again #TBT #photography #sunset #palmtrees #california #summer

Been thinking a lot about the future and realized that I’m not really where I want to be in life right now. For the last couple years I’ve been stuck in this mindset of just wanting to have good times and do what I wanna do, but that’s not making me get any closer to my ultimate goal in life. 

I need to start focusing on bettering myself and actually working towards something that can move me forward. Making plans like this is scary but if it works out it’ll be for the better and I’ll be one step closer to actually achieving my goal.

Hopefully this all works out.


I still wake up every morning, and I still miss her.



Now that you found it, it’s gone
Now that you feel it, you don’t
You’ve gone off the rails

(Source: mmmusica)

I wish this bed wasn’t so lonely

Let’s kiss for a few hours. You and I. I don’t mind where or when or even if you’ll call me after because I know you will. Hands on your face, mouths like honey, let’s kiss until the spaces between us are swollen with it. I want to know what the dip of your breath is like when you’re happy. And how your face feels when I’m holding it. More, when you’re excited. Mostly, your palms. Or the tangle of my hair in your fingers. I want to kiss you for days, or what feels like days but is only hours. Or, you know, days that are days. We can pause for food and water but not breaths. We can pause to say “hey, I like the way you feel when you’re soft beneath me” or “listen, it’s still not enough with you, I’m worried it never might be” and start all over again.

Azra.T ”The Spaces Between” (via aimless-melissa)

(via lurker-mfg)


Sasha the grumpy pug

Sasha lookin cute as fuck


Sasha the grumpy pug

Sasha lookin cute as fuck

Beach afternoon

Beach afternoon


Pro Tip: Instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible but you will not care at all.

(via doemilk)

Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again — and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.

—Joshua Espinoza (via devendrabanhart)

(Source: doubtsbestally, via devendrabanhart)

Wild Nothing


And if I could climb up to heaven
I’d break in through your window
Take the curtains out from your bedroom
And wrap myself up in them till I fall asleep

(Source: ghost-outfit)

Wild Nothing

—Quiet Hours


Wild Nothing // Quiet Hours

It’s not what I want

It’s what I need