Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my
stomach are dead. Apparently you
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever
I love this so much
this is fucking perfect
"I had stars in my lungs but I burned them all out with the cigarettes I was smoking to get you the fuck out of my throat."
Fuck this was so good.
current status: not being kissed or riding a dragon this is unacceptable
Rob Thomas - Lonely No More
What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me
What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me
What if it was paradise, what if we were symphonies
What if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you
Gucci A/W 2014
I swear, Kate Moss gets better looking with age.
• Eat breakfast
• Look good (feel good)
• Ingest caffeine BEFORE arriving to work
• Listen to playlist of Taking Back Sunday, ADTR, Three Days Grace & The Used.