Daniel Gribanovskiy

All I remember from last night was a whole bunch of Russian dudes with spiky hair and tank tops coming up to me and telling me to not forget our blood. Wut? 

I’m in love with the rain. My window is open and the rain is singing me to sleep.

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus  alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

(Source: buddhacoffee, via blayk)

Leave me out with the waste

This is not what I do

It’s the wrong kind of place 

To be thinking of you

It’s the wrong time

For somebody new

It’s a small crime

And I got no excuse