23 years old. Father. From Reno, NV, moved to Bakersfield, CA and now residing in Los Angeles, CA. Museless writer. Music and book enthusiast. Cynic. Mediocre Guitarist. Master of self sabotage. Forever Alone. No theme, porn, girls, writing, quotes poems and my own shitty writing.
I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.
(Source: lucyquin)
The asshole
That’s me I guess.
I fucked up, didn’t I?
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via amandawebster)
