Sup.
(Source: longlivethecrotch)
After two consecutive days of rain,
the horizon burst into flames
as your soul left our atmosphere.
At this point in the evening,
if we aren’t already de-shelled
and broken, cracks are crawling
up our spines and we’re on the verge
of crumbling down. The wind blows
our dusty remains to one corner…
Lawl.
(Source: longlivethecrotch)
Tacos.
I get to see this guy live tonight…
Fuckin’ Pumped!
Summer.
Happiness.
Sierra Kusterbeck <33