Can this storm flood my high school, so I won’t have to take the SATs tomorrow?
(Source: amorecheiro, via mental-suicide)
Thought the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
So hold me hard, I’ll walk with you my dear
The stairs creek as I sleep, it’s keeping me awake
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes
(Source: theyaremy-weakness)
