She & I Don't Get Along

Hey! I'm Kyra. I like to write/ listen to music/ take pictures/ attempt to play the guitar/ collect irrational fears. Following is appreciated but not mandatory.
Deer Tick

—Ashamed

atheneus:

I am the boy your mother wanted you to meet

But I am broken and torn with halos at my feet

And with your purest light why don’t you shine on me?

Well I should have been an angel

But I’m too dumb to speak

(via stool-pigeon)

Joyce Manor

—End of the Summer

monsterpoptart:

It’s too sad
Blue marker on a paper bag,
You could wear it like a mask
You could be your own dad
Like you’re supposed to
I could show you
At the end of the summer

(via thisnoiseismusic)

Andrew Jackson Jihad

—Distance

salty-ebert:

I hate whiny fucking songs like this,
But I can’t afford a therapist.
Sorry guys, here’s a solo.

(via youaremypeach)