i can't wait until september

annie.25.vancouver
Warsaw (Joy Division)

—No Love Lost

No Love Lost // Warsaw (Joy Division)

(Source: ttracks, via crawlingmantra)

fuckyeahanarchopunk:

Blitz - Warriors

The sun is setting and the day is late

As we walk over this wasteland of hate

There’s people getting angry in these darkest hours

There’s blood on the streets and the streets are ours

Warriors, never forget the Warriors

Our mates are diamond and we shine like steel

You can’t beat us down the wounds will never heal

You can’t take us for a ride

You can’t rob a warrior of his pride

It’s your hate on which we feed

We are the new class we are the new breed

Send our regards to a nation on fire

And with love a bouquet of barbed wire

(via allmenarerapists)

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

Diane Les Becquets (via vodkaandvogue)

😞

(via xsamantharae)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via killuminati42069)

I need to get used to being sober once in a while cuz lately if I haven’t been hammered or hungover I’ve been completely fucked on kratom. reality has been too much for me to face though so I guess i’m just taking a break from it for a while.