you love him
so you let him
use your body even if
you can’t quite erase
the shame of it all
you love him
so you give him what
you’re pretty sure he’s after
and maybe nightmares were made
to give us a warning because
once he’s had you
he starts cutting
until you are holding yourself up
but you love him
so you fuck him
because at least for an instant
he’s yours and yours
even if you can’t stop the thought
that sooner or later
it won’t be your hips
his hands find
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
do me a favour. if a person wearing a long sleeved shirt or a sweatshirt and jeans on a hot day, don’t comment on it. don’t ask why they’re wearing it. don’t say anything at about it.
trust me, they know it’s hot, they know. but their reason for wearing what they’re wearing probably far outweighs the temperature outside.
this is so god damn important
I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.
I have never, ever felt something so deeply. This is me to the core of my being
Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm.
It is always the false that makes you suffer, the false desires and fears, the false values and ideas, the false relationships between people. Abandon the false and you are free of pain; truth makes happy, truth liberates.