Robbers (split) || The 1975

left ear is the live itunes festival version, right is the studio version 

this was the hardest split I’ve done so far because the live version is slower than the studio version so I had to literally piece together this song lol hope you like it!

(via yourmumandi)

"I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to break their hands or my own."

i just want you all to myself, i’m sorry  (via childoflust)

(Source: the-psycho-cutie, via lucifer-over-london)

"I can’t even listen to my favorite song because I listened to it with you while we were driving. I’ll never be able to drive down that road without feeling my body go heavy, yet I’ll feel so empty. Next time I make someone laugh I won’t feel happy but I’ll remember that time I made you laugh at something stupid I said. I can’t even sleep on my right side of my fucking body because it makes me remember how good it made me feel just to be sleeping in a bed with you. My favorite smell of you now makes my stomach turn and eyes water. I can’t even stand the sound of my Facebook saying I got a message because I remember how I felt when you would message me, now when I hear it all I feel is disappointment because you I remember that you don’t care anymore. Next time I drink it won’t be the alcohol burning my throat but your words that night. I can’t even say I have happy memories with you because at the end, they just break me down."


Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.


This hurt.  (via mistyspell)

This is so relevant oh my god :(

(via sk—y)

(Source: skinfilledthoughts, via tillmylastbreatheandbeyondit)

"Last week, I was in your arms. Tonight, I’m lying in bed, counting my tears like broken stars, wondering how everything fell apart so damn fast."