Jesus Christ // Brand New
"Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again, so what did you do those three days you were dead? ‘Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend. Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die, I’m a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart? ‘Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark, and the ship went down in sight of land, and at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?"
(Source: funcollapse, via poppunkkid)
the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life