(via dopesole)
let’s take a trip together
far east away from here
crawl through the snow
& wear mittens together
drink hot chocolate
watch your glasses fog up
as you tell me stories about
your distant childhood
your fingers sneak across mine
and i can listen
to you talk forever
(via kushandwizdom)
she’s there again in the corner of the dark bar
drinking wine, rum
and irish coffees
lost in the forest of memories
fighting bears, claws
& trees
blacking out really screwed her up real good
he was that type of guy— he was
five o’ clock shadows, sandalwood musk,
and salty sea air
she was a wanderer;
a journal, a pencil in hand, a book of
crossword puzzles half finished
they crossed paths, loved these things in each other, but never met
reality is not a hashtag,
a status update or a reblog
& sanity is not mobile devices
vibrating non stop; and it’s most certainly not
taking pictures of food before you eat it
slapping away hands of your “friends”
because they’re endangering your “art”
we’re all in an asylum
Why is John Mayer’s music the epitome of perfection? I feel so relaxed while trying to write right now; this feeling is amazing.
he greeted me
with a smile
that melted my
bulletproof heart (enclosed in a brick palace
with guards who held swords, guns,
anything that would inflict some sort of damage)
into a pool of sin
laced with kerosene & pulled dreams from
the bottom of a dank wishing well
dreams of a happy place
a man and a woman
smiles a plenty creeping
across the face
but everything was twisted convoluted
screwed up like a knot you can’t untie
lies spilled from his lips
like a mess of boiling water & foam from overcooking
and happiness was a thousand-mile
plane ride away among perfect white clouds
away from my life—
he set me on fire the first chance he got.
i survived on two breaths
to tell you i’d never
stop
(abrupt pause that took your breath away
for a moment in time)
loving you
and the last thing i would ever see
tears zigzagging down your face
as you shook your head no over and over again
and they fell onto my cold cheeks
always burned my tongue
on hot liquids,
froze my mind with
icy cream & slushes
tap tap tap my pencil, my fingers,
anything on table tops
to pass the time
as i was waiting
but i waited for you
never thinking that time
would stop and
lead me to you
because i’ve been
waiting 21 years to live and love
but was only consciously
waiting for six months
for you when old love failed
& it was only nine years from when i
learned what a prince charming was
i waited for you
and brainfreeze
& the tongue burns
were worth it all
They were careless people, Tom & Daisy— they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
(via moriarty)
She wants the (ol)d (sport)