rewindingprogress:

Modern Baseball | Apartment 

I walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we’ll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school we fell asleep in
But now I can hardly close my eyes.

(via what-is-this-i-dont-even)

ferine:

Big Bird // Andrew Jackson Jihad

I’m afraid of the way that the world works,
And I’m afraid of the words in my notebooks.