Jen. 18. Music. Cuddling. Writing. Movies. Art. Family. Friends. Traveling.
the run and go // twenty one pilots
don’t wanna hand you all my troubles
don’t wanna give you all my demons
you will have to watch me struggle from several rooms away
but tonight, i need you to stay
I submit to no excuse
If this is what I have to do
I owe you everyday I wake
If I could, I would shrink myself
sink through your skin to your blood cells
and remove whatever makes you hurt,
but I am too weak to be your cure
Can we all just admit that we’re fucking human and peacefully coexist?
Explosions in the Sky // “Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean”