come down kid, the roof's not safe now...

joey. nineteen. winchester. occasional shirt lifter. libertarian. guitar, drums & desperate poetry.

"a sinner amongst saved men on the banks of the muddy Thames..."

 gay pirate(s)

eltigrechico:

that awkward moment during your phone conversation when you can hear President Obama breathing 



was on skype to my friend and i just watched her get hardcorely friend zoned via text.

fucking ouuuchhh.


cayde:

going from “i just want to cuddle up and be cute” to “i want to rip your clothes off and pin you against the wall” takes me approximately 0.94 seconds


unearthed loads of old photos from when I was 13-14 years old. proper not surprised I got in so many fights, I had such a punchable face…



pisses me off when people clap completely out of time at gigs. how about you just don’t clap at all



theboywhorunswithwolves:

someone could literally marry me and i would still wonder if they secretly found me annoying


the music on radio 1 is shockingly shit but frank turner’s doing live lounge soon so i’m gonna grin and bare it.


nothing worse than seeing someone has read your message and then gone out of their way to ignore it.

no. fuck you.

that actually really fucking hurts.