Countthefighters - Chris

Suns out. flowers are blooming. birds are chirping. yaoi shit is happening to me. maybe it'll all be ok

pretty odd my beloved

Go on, grab your hat and fetch a camera

Go on, film the world before it happens

I listened to pretty odd on repeat the other day while studying, woke up this morning to see panic had replaced LANA DEL REY as my second most streamed artist.

Pretty Odd and A fever are two of the most amazingly crafted pieces of art on this earth.

My mother, was God before I knew what God was

My father, was an angel, abandoned, fallen, blood still smeared on his ivory wings

I tend to forget that God seemed to forge the fall of Satan

But I am reminded when I find feathers painted with maroon in the corners of my mind

How long do we have before the love starts to rot?

Do you always have to look your lover in the eye when you twist the knife?

Was the gun pointed at his temple or yours?

Yearning not even for anyone in particular I just want sighhhhhhhh

I don’t even have words for what is going on inside me anymore. Sore? Exhausted? Worn? Helpless? I don’t know. I just know whatever I’m feeling is too much to bear on my own. I feel like an omen, I feel like I hold everyone back, and I know by expressing these feelings it creates some sort of truth within them, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I am feeling so much, and I feel like I’m nothing but a liability. I feel like everything I say just makes things infinitely worse.

is this all i am

Thinking about how when I woke up from a nightmare in a friend’s bed I wasn’t scared. Usually I wake up in cold sweat fearing god. Friends are so magical, they don’t even have to say anything to make you feel better sometimes.

half smoked cigarette save me it