Typewriter Series #414 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Writings and Ramblings
(Source: now-this-is-living, via perpetuatingthestereotype)
Every time I go to my parents house I’m reminded that no I’m not in a relationship and that I should be.
So every time that I come back home I want him. No, not him as in someone I’ve already met. I mean maybe I have, I don’t really know.. but I know that he is waiting for me just like I’m waiting for him. I know he’s there. I just wish he could hold my hand.
(Source: but-baby-lts-cold-outside)
(via wesharethesadness)
(Source: photographyandpictures)
(Source: tra-nsparent, via perpetuatingthestereotype)
(Source: towritepoems, via perpetuatingthestereotype)
(Source: little-pink-bubble, via diamondssareforever)
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
