I’m so tired
Sheep are counting me

No more struggle
No more energy

No more patient
You can write that down
It’s all too crazy 
I’m not sticking ‘round 

(via salty-ebert)

FINALLY GOT A CHANCE TO BINGE-READ WOLF IN WHITE VAN LAST NIGHT YEEEEEEEEE

I crawled down to the basement
When the weather got cold
Like a lost lamb returning to the fold

And when the outside world recedes from view
It’s just a year’s supply of make-up
And memories of you

pyropotter:

You are angry about something. “Clam down,” I text you. You assume I have made a typo, but in fact I am holding a small soldier clam in my hands. He died so young. War is hell

If I was young, I’d flee this town
I’d bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight

Far from home, elephant gun
Let’s take them down one by one
We’ll lay it down, it’s not been found, it’s not around

I heated the milk until it boiled and I drank it down
I stepped outside and I checked my reflection in the rain
There were voices on the wind, winter coming on in
And I made myself up again, brand new

And I am broken
And I am tired

And I’m coming to you
With my mouth 
dripping