I Used To Punch Walls Until My Knuckles Bled Because I Was Filled With Rage And Anger, Now I Punch Walls

If only hell didn’t feel like home.

intpthinkinginquiet  (via wordsnquotes)

✉️ | DANNIE & TATE

dannie: ha. i feel that.

dannie: not much changes for me in terms of that shit.

dannie: were you around for that crazy storm?

tate: i don't blame you for that.

tate: yeah, i was. i walked around in it for a few hours. until jaxon found me, then he made me go inside.

I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.

(via hailthequeens)

✉️ | DANNIE & TATE

dannie: hey, look, i know things are hard right now but they will get better. they just have to, right?

dannie: oh, y'know, just staying bitter and angry about the state of the world and the shitfuckers living in it. nothing too new.

tate: i don't see how they could get much worse at this point. but knowing my luck i wouldn't doubt that they will get worse.

tate: good shit. i'm glad at least some things have stayed the same since i've been gone.

It was early, even for Tate. But after another night of restless sleep he thought maybe some food would take his mind off things and help him relax a little bit. So he sat at his favorite twenty-four hour diner, pushing the food around on his plate with his fork absentmindedly more than he was actually eating any of it. He had a million things on his mind since he had gotten back home three months ago. Losing his mother, his injury, the end of his career in the marines --- it was all a lot for him to handle in a short amount of time. Rubbing his sleep filled eyes he could hear someone approach him, and just assumed it was his waitress checking in on him for the one hundredth time since he had sat down forty-five minutes ago. “Just another cup of coffee, please.” He muttered.