Me: Can I poop on your chest?
Michael: Nah. Poop on your own chest.
Me: But...that's impossible. Pretty sure my body isn't capable of contorting like that.
Michael: You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you.
I think I'll find a different way to go
there’s no signs of life to guide me on this road.
I think if we were all a little more like trees, everything would be okay. ...– Tyler Torres
Yesterday, Circa Survive released a new song from their upcoming EP. Today, City and Colour came out with a song that had apparently been out for like 3 months and I hadn’t noticed lol shoot me new song of his own. Tomorrow, Copeland AND Lydia will be getting back together…and they’ll be doing a collision-course collab album. With Jay-Z. if this actually happens you’re...
I don't quite know what to do
but that’s just the way I like it nowadays.
You Are My Sunshine: I don’t have a college... →
tylertorres: I don’t have a college degree, and I probably never will. I don’t have a lot of money, and that’s how it’s always been. I don’t have a job at the moment, but that’s the way I want it right now. I don’t have a nice car, and it’s hardly reliable, but it’s home. I don’t have a plan, and that’s…
You're so sure that I'd be just fine here
But you were surely just taking your own time, dear.
tylertorres: I hate it
Breathing and choking on swallowed conversations,
I’m still stuck on the thought that you’re the one exception.
I woke up, decided I’d find my way around...
It's the talent,
Not the promo shot.
I don’t believe in bad luck, but this number does not deserve to exist. It’s a such a frustratingly uneven number. I die a little inside every time I look to the right of my dashboard and see that I have 13 followers. It’s like my eyes are scratching their nails on a chalkboard. Dunno why it aggravates me so much. I’m fine with 113, 213, etc. But 13? Might as well just...
I feel like being loved.
Guess it’s time to text my woman for some Copeland.
To all of those who did anything NOT involving...
What you missed out on was what came to be a truly magical evening that lived past any and all possible hype. My soul has never felt freedom to such a caliber as it did tonight. Living as a creature of theirs let me dance, cry, and scream so much that the blood escaped our fucking throats with other creatures who live the same way, out of sight from judgementals who abide by the constricting rules...