Mr. Buckner, Report to the Deathbed

The life and times of Michael Buckner of which include nonsense and somesense.

I’m just actively vacant.

He told me he was the son who has no father, the son without a name, the son with a dead brain.

I keep closing my eyes at night hoping there’s nothing there in the morning, but all I see is you.

(Source: Spotify)

I can only carry so many fuck-ups.

(Source: 2-shane-s, via skankplissken)

mattforsythe:

relationships.

mattforsythe:

relationships.