sometimes when i get a message on tumblr i pretend like it’s not that big of a deal and i’ll like scroll through a few pages of my dash pretending like i get messages all the time so who cares and then i can’t contain it anymore and i’m like OH MY GOD I HAVE TO READ IT I CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGER
(Source: uglyboner)
ugh what even is the point of life
back home blues
after five days of ocean air
bare-bodied strangers and sticky sand feet,
tossing and rolling through the pacific surf,
this desert is just a familiar hell.
saltwater runs in my blood,
but here i am buried
in sand.
i am part desert,
part ocean dweller.
trapped by circumstance
in the town of the resurrected firebird.
my feet may be in the desert
but my heart is in the ocean.
