When I say I hate everyone and you say “you hate me?” in a whiny voice, I especially hate you.
(via makhbro)
When I say I hate everyone and you say “you hate me?” in a whiny voice, I especially hate you.
(via makhbro)
“most of your pain is self chosen” - Khalil Gibran
Lewis: “you say I choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me.”
Eatin’ vegan (and with managers choosing the venues…) in the south. Siiiiiigh.
Business froofy with polka dots. I don’t think I’ve ever worn polka dots before. People in the south look at my hair weird.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.And I will not be afraid
of your scars.I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
(Source: waydowntown, via followthemoon-zz)
Travel woes, part 1
I’m eating a dry fucking bagel, by the way. Welcome to North (and South) Carolina, hope you want to hate yourself by the time you leave!