plague / waste / death / erase
(another announcement to made later this week @oneontapunk) #oneonta
can’t stand living / can’t stand you / just can’t hate enough
having just graduated from SUNY Oneonta.., i can’t imagine what it would be like to be a freshman right now with this happening. and at that, another huge announcement to be made tomorrow (although admittedly this one is the more exciting of the two). how will the city of oneonta even handle this?? i guess we’ll find out
"Face the master. Your faith against his faith. Could you do that? Is your faith enough?"
I lean towards no one giving a fuck what you think.
It’s a common misconception that jerks being exposed to things does anything for anyone.
tired of these drunken evenings listening to my staggered breathing. nowhere to fall back in but to sleep. you’re beautiful in dreams. words pour my mouth in streams, rivers i could never recreate. i dreamed you traced words against my back. i dreamed you’d never known me. last night i said this would be my last. you took up so many pages, the same dead words in different phrases. so much i’m almost out of ink. woke up to january rain idly sliding down the window pane. i had a dream you taught me how to speak. i wrench my hands around my neck because i didn’t speak, because i was suffocating. it’s about time i started to believe. i promise this will be the last one.
bored-in-class doodle from like 2 and a half years ago… flattering, no?
original zoom-able version of this g.o. —
i want to be on Drunk History and i want to tell the story of Edward II.