The Greatest Generation/Ballgame

I can’t hear my music over the crickets.  So rhythmic, so self-assured; these days I’d take either.  Instead I’m raging; not against the dying of the light, against everything with a pulse.  I’m increasingly furious, bitter, and afraid.  I’m drinking more and sleeping less.  Plotting every move, yet still surprised by the outcomes.  I’m both the lost and the found, the fish in both ponds, the oxymoron.  I’m the good man, but I’ve been drinking alone.

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

(via voyager-vie)

Iron Hill beer flight

Double IPA all day.

You’re The Worst is so damn good

Well this beats the hell out of working. (at Ocean Sands)

One of my best friends got married today. Ew.


"Are you feeling fine?" Yes, I feel just fine. [x]

Everything is alright.

(via motioncitysoundtrack)