I'm Shea, 18.
punk, Oi!, ska, reggae, folk punk.
shows, horseback riding, decorating cakes. horses and dogs are my life.
Originally from Orange County, but moved to Santa Rosa California. Vegetarian. Demisexual.
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ratbelly:

Andrew Jackson Jihad - Love in the Time of Human Papillomavirus

And my lungs will grow cancers,
And my back it will grow achy.
I will buy us an acre,
Of some land in the city.
We could live there together,
Or I’ll live alone less happy.
But I’ll live,
Unfortunately.

  • Track: Love in the Time of Human Papillomavirus
  • Artist: Andrew Jackson Jihad
  • Album: Can't Maintain
  • Plays: 1625
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i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

By there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)