Have Mercy- Let’s Talk About Your Hair
I held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather.
Deafheaven | The Pecan Tree
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth.
I am my father’s son.
I am no one.
I cannot love.
It’s in my blood.
the worlds a beautiful place and i’m no longer afraid to die.
bayside playing the hits in a basement in Bakersfield. @missbabycakes133