but. finals suck. and tumblr makes me feel warm and cozy.
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless
Then paint something then, it might be wordless
Pointless curses, nonsense verses
You’ll see purpose start to surface
No one else is dealing with your demons
Meaning maybe defeating them
Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend."
— Kitchen Sink by Twenty One Pilots (via danpos)
— Bluer Eyes & the Fall Season -Levi the Poet (via deconstructedschema)
Your soul knows good and evil
Your soul knows both sides
And it’s time you pick your battle
And I promise you this is mine"
— Isle of Flightless BIrds by twenty one pilots (via allisonmansell)