(via ghstpkmn)
(via ghstpkmn)
10 years since he left. i walk through the empty streets trying to think of something else but my path always leads to beard. i stare at my phone for hours and try to summon eamonndot. i browse other tasteful tumblr blogs but it is no good. I upload poorly framed pictures of coffee and resist making unintelligible text posts but it is all meaningless. the end is near. i then usually watch x-files and cry myself to sleep.
