Grunge's not dead
Reblogged from itreeksofsin
mentally i am living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods of oregon and it’s foggy and i am wearing a big sweater and baking banana bread
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Reblogged from withheartinhand
A concept:
It’s a Sunday in early autumn, you are awaken by the sound of rain hitting your windows and feel a brisk breeze blowing in. There’s thunder in the distance. You hear the faint sound of a train blowing its horn. You put your cozy socks on and walk downstairs to the kitchen. You fill your kettle with water and turn on the stove. You prepare a cup of hot tea, grab some shortbread cookies, and head on back upstairs. You and your dog jump back into bed, cozy up under 3 layers of blankets, and listen to the storm roll in as you have a Halloween movie playing on tv.
Reblogged from youngfueg0
“All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”— André Breton
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Reblogged from the-sad-boy
you’re cute all the time, but you’re the cutest when you’re excited and smiley about something
