my mom said that if this gets 100k+ notes she’ll let me fly to Massachusetts and force zackisontumblr to reblog everyones posts
when this hits 100k notes i’m making him reblog my selfie and you should too
(Source: leghairs, via empathy-vs-apathy-nyc)
"Heavy are the words that get stuck in my mouth. But I want to say them, To pour them lovingly at your roots, to see them bloom like flowers from your pores, Knowing how I myself once needed them. But they are Horror stories of silence. Even as the years fall like razors through the trees, I tread again those cobbled streets, where the black birds weep for the absent masses of Derelict men. We play under the watchful gaze of the paternal moon and trees that, in lieu of a million quiet-war-stolen-fathers, stand like genial sentries along the side of the roads, down the sewer filled lanes, along the broken bottle crowned high walls that separate the rich from the poor, the scum from the chosen, the orphans from the clothed, the stuffed from the swollen bellied having only God to ask for more. How empty and bitter blows the gale in these beleaguered homes. Sublime nights I dreamt to be away from it all. But I come back to this need in the pit of my gut, in the pleading of your eyes, in my own Legacy of silence."
— (via sirmorose)