“when the world ends I want to scream into the chaos that I loved you more than anything in hopes that the sound will echo and continue to exist after everything stops”
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“What if we don’t last?”
“Then we become poetry.”
“I guess there’s something poetic about two people who are so different, but their souls are too in sync, trying to love in a time when love has a tough time lasting.”
“Art,” you whisper. “We are art.”
listen, lemme try to explain: my parents have been married for 22 years now and they’re so in love it’s disgusting. my whole life, they’ve kissed each other whenever they got home from work and my dad calls my mom his queen and brings her flowers and she talks about him like he’s everything.
listen, my whole life i’ve wanted that. listen, my whole life i’ve been so scared to admit that i want that, i want someone to look at me like i’m their forever, i want someone to bring home my favorite food, just because, i want someone who wants to celebrate our anniversary every single month, even after 264 of them.
but i’ve been so fucking scared to admit that to anyone because no one will ever think that they could spend more than a few months with me, no one will ever want to come home to me, no one will ever touch me that gently.
and i’ve spent the past 7 months being okay with that. i let people touch me roughly and kick me out of their beds, i let vodka burn my throat going down and coming up, i went from dorm room to dorm room, never sticking around for anyone but you.
see there’s everyone else and then there’s you: you let me sleep in your bed when i’m too sad to be alone and you hold my hand when you drive like i’m 15 and in high school again and you’ll bring home any food if it just means i’ll eat, but we both know that you’re gonna leave sometime soon
and it’s gonna hurt like hell and for a while i’m probably going to flinch at the sound of your name and when i attempt a smile to hide it, it’ll look like bared teeth. i know how you’re gonna leave, i can’t stop writing about it, i know that we will end in a screaming fight with slamming doors and mascara stained cheeks. i know, and i know it’s worth it.
because i won’t get 22 years with anyone, hell, i’ll be lucky to get 22 months, but this is enough. you don’t have to stick around long enough to say i love you, but you cared about me enough to be gentle with me and i need that.
thank you for every single second, even the crash and burn.
i’m so fucked (via drunkenlyhere)
I let you continue to treat me like a bottle of medication in your cabinet or a pack of cigarettes in your drawer or the little golden girl that gets you high when you need her to and tells you you are art and even though everyone tells her you are empty bottles in the gutter she still searches for constellations under your skin.
#126a (via blackdeathaesthetic)
Don’t you dare
Shrink yourself
For someone else’s comfort-
Do not become small
For someone who refuses to grow.
— unknownplease do not remove caption!!!! art by tyirell
My list of 5:
1) Sneak out in the middle of the night with someone you like. Drive to the middle of nowhere to simply watch the stars and the moon from the roof. Talk about the universe & everhthing in between.
2) Draw. Sculpt. Or write. Put your tangled thoughts into art. Show it to someone or hide it under your bed.
3) Put yourself first sometimes. Do what you want even if people tell you otherwise. Wear the clothes you want & listen to the music your heart desires. Don’t fall under pressure of pleasig others.
4) Spend 1 or 2 hours alone everyday. Go to a coffee shop & sit by the window. Bring your favorite book or look at the people surrounding you.
5)Go out at night. Dress up for once and make sure to feel beautiful and classy. There is just something strangely exciting about looking like you’ve got it all together but deep down you’re a nervous wreck.
am i a crappy drawer? is it just a quirky art style? you shall never know
April 17th 2016
