instructions for a bad day

I do not own the rights to this song. It is just the most beautiful thing I have ever heard, and after buying it wanted to put it up to share with friends. Hope I am not hurting anyone.

Shane Koyczan - "Remember How We Forgot"

you said okay

Ghosts Can't Love (Part I)

it's thursday, january 12th and this is the last time i'll talk about drowning

(Thank you to all who have listened to this song over all this time, it means the world to me.)

Took a lot of courage to upload this. No edits, all improv. Sorry.

[i was visited by an angel
she walked past me as i was playing bass in the stairway
i swear i could feel her
as she clenched her fists and thought 
its been way to long since ive touched those lips 
so she came back my way
she had nothing but a frown to face
she gave me a grin and i swear 
my entire world erased

she said ive been thinking a lot about you 
and i couldnt muster any words out of my 
stupid fucking mouth but
i nodded my head okay
and she turned away
she went the other way

since that day ive been having these dreams 
these nightmares that i only know as nightmares 
because i see your face 
and were together again 
and youre holding my hand 
and youre caressing my face 
and i cant stop dreaming about these 
heavenly places that you brought me to 
one day is just to much for me to face]

Angel

shiver

Losing

salvia plath-teen suicide

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nothing good comes from being gone

thank you to everyone for all the support, really

prod. @yungameba
mixed by @tevinwmusic

if somehow scientists proclaim they see the apocalypse approaching 
I would buy a box of tissues, Oculus and lots of lotion 
and just lock myself indoors, I’d build a bunker out of blankets,
a fallout shelter out of sofa cushions, cook a bunch of pancakes, 
while I thunk about my grandkids, I’d prolly have to forage lunch,
or have a bran of storage porridge and a can of orange chunks,
until I reached a shortage, then if I hungered for a banquet

I’d make cocktails, mostly molotov
and waltz on over to a wal-mart with my martyr-like martini bombs and wall it off
so I could have the whole place to myself,

 I’d stop and start to crop apart the shopping carts 
and fashion pitchforks from the bars until I felt a sense of self-defense, 
I’d meld a fence around the produce sector and I wouldn’t have to spend a cent, 
I’d set up tents in electronics and wouldn’t have to send the rent, 
Instead of panicking, I’d marshal mannequins, pretend they’re friends
and host a massive slumber party in the “home and bedding” end

cause all I need to be content, is room and board and solid food
if I end up the last on Earth, then I’d adore the solitude
and I don’t mean to sound too rude, I just don’t really find it strange
that I don’t care the way we go, whether it’s war or climate change
atomic bombs or comet craters, hordes of zombie space invaders,
angels singing psalms while Satan’s satyrs crack through the equator
either way we’re gone, and I don’t feel the need to lift the rug,
if I can spend my final moments happy, I don’t give a fuck

I’d do my best to reconstruct tho, if let’s say the apocalypse 
caused major drops in populace and hit New York’s metropolis, 
I’d obligate myself to help me congregate the boroughs, 
add some zeroes to the census bureau’s copy room materials,
I’d even copulate with girls to help repopulate the world
cause that would be my duty;

 maybe I’d do what Jehovah would
and go for broke and build an ark of fifty cubits gopherwood
but leave the termites out cause surely that would not go over good

If I knew the world was ending
I’d start texting all my exes
and fuck ourselves to death until Jesus resurrects us
and the trumpets say 
it’s judgement day…

cataclysm

bright eyes cover
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Its cool we can still be friends (insta @officialcoyotelegs)

you can’t ever look past the way that you yourself felt
talk to yourself, well, that’s the meaning of self help
and don’t beat yourself up in the pursuit of self happiness
because half the battle’s asking passionately just what “happy” is
take some time off to self reflect and self measure
sometimes you need to be self centered to understand yourself better
I’m feeling self possessed without the selfishness of self obsession
but if I do this for myself and no one else then it is self expression
self confident in that I’ll never let myself forfeit 
every word I write I’m certain I’m just painting a self portrait
and to all the self destructive people who feel they’ll never be themselves again
just know I understand that self inflicted pain is self defense
so don’t sell yourself short or label yourself as stupid
because when you’ve hit rock bottom every movement is a self improvement

be yourself

affirmations/sleepinstead (w/ stellanna music)

A song from Scruffpuppie's newest album (unreleased)
Lyrics:
about a year ago
it was raining here and cold
and my toes were turning blue
and my eyes were getting huge
and i spent every day with u
and everybody knew
drugs were always running thru
so it didn't matter who

so i ran away from home
and i went further down the road
i only packed a couple things
it was either u or me

i left my mom a note
and all the things i wrote
made her cry and cry
she couldn't get oh why
why i never could've stayed
she called me much too late
and im really fucking scared
but i can't even care

cos im never coming home
ill take the longer road
and im scared to go alone
but im never coming home

HELLO MY NAME DEON

Scruffpuppie - im never coming home

*http://flatsound.tumblr.com/post/21829771520/heres-another-track-off-of-twenty-minutes-of

i’ll sit and pretend
i know someone at an intimate depth
it always makes me feel like shit in the end
because you’re only as good as the people you consider your friends

so i’ll watch an aching past surface, and now i’m half certain
that everyone who associates with me’s a bad person
because everyone who associates with me is as worthless 
now i finally understand what it means to lack courage
and at the end of the day it just defeats the damn purpose
to share the fruit of your knowledge while completely malnourished

now i’m trying to let go of the things that torture me inside
so congratulations, you’re cordially invited
to a small list of things that i normally would hide
high school, no comprehension of enough harm
codeine for numb hearts and patching up cut arms
but drinking cough syrup when you didn’t have a cough
is ironic, because in reality you’re sicker than you thought
but like hearing new music and being too scared to turn it up
virgin blood mostly told me to stop at the surface cuts
but sometimes i wouldn’t eat more than a couple bites
and sometimes i’d go a week and not sleep more than a couple nights
and sometimes i’d get so wrapped up in the “couple life”
when the “couple life” failed me the first couple times

so now i’m grateful that it seems stupid, and i’m grateful that i miss you
because the passed two years are something i’m glad i had to sit through
because now that i know what it means to be dead
i can start living again

fuck me, i can start living again
i can smell it when i breathe
i can feel it when you leave
i can start living again

so i’m leaving behind the people who said i wasn’t brave enough
wrote an album called “sleep” and realized it’s about waking up. 

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