tylerknott:

If only given
a minute or two
as our last
minute or two
to spill it all
and say the final
fragmented
and
fractured
last words
to each other,
without pause or
stutter for reflection
I know
we would both remain still
and completely silent
for
despite all the beautiful words
we could find
to share through the streams
down these cheeks,
we have never needed them.
A glance
a stare
and all things would be said.
Hands on faces
and fingers wrapped in fingers,
our last words
would not be words
at all.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

Everyday I am waiting for tomorrow! When the fuck will that shit finally get here? I am tired as fuck!

arosecoloredlense:

I’m just like:

(Source: whatshouldwecallmedschool)