February 2012
210 posts
I HATE
leg-hair. I COULD RIP IT OFF, BURN IT OFF AND EAT IT, AND IT WOULD STILL COME BACK IN AN HOUR.
“I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via venula)
I like being impulsive. That just means if something needs to change, I can make that happen immediately.
If I could write--
it would always be dark, with a black sky full of stars and a brisk—chill air.
I would sprawl out on soft grass. Enough to feel it wrap around me, and sink in. Imprint. To lay with you.
We would count out every universe we thought we could see, along with the smiling sparkling eyes looking back at us.
A summer night is what I want right now.
If things could stay this simple, I would...
Watchrest your head.
lyinglikeli0ns:
we treat mishaps like sinking ships
and i know that i don’t want to be out to drift
well i can see it in your eyes, like i taste your lips
and they both tell me that we’re better than this
“You know that feeling in your heart? When your heart is just pounding, like it’s...”
– Dan in Real Life (via brinyblue)
I hate you. So. So. Much.
I thought I trusted you, I thought I could rely on you to listen and be my support, but you’re nothing but a two-faced bitch.
I’m done with you, and your sluttastic attiude.
