April 2013
2 posts
March 2013
4 posts
February 2013
28 posts
Something about today
Something about today, when i was sitting in Law class, room 318, reminded me of sunken eyes. Deeply buried from the way your bones curve sharply, forming the outline of your face. The tall, slender, put-together persona of a man with leather shoes and tucked in button-downs. Something about today remembered your name, how it’s sung in a sing-song childish nursery rhyme. How when i type it...
waua:
Can we cuddle?
In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. I’ll start nibbling on your neck a bit harder. You’ll watch in horror as i transform into a great white shark. I’ll then proceed to bite down on your...
rrr
i hate how my only inspiration for writing is when i’m in a not so happy state of mind. I mean, i’m perfectly content now, but the content of my written posts (see what she did) are usually kinda the lesson-learned, dull-days type. Well, this wont disappoint. Normally i look at “firsts” with eager eyes, but my “first” of having those hawk-eyed, teacher-eyed,...
“The most memorable people in life will be the friends who loved you even when...”
– (via have—not)
shavingryansprivates:
extra slutty olive oil
January 2013
18 posts
1 tag
I never thought a song could make me feel so much. Every line like a personal entry carved into our diary of experience and moments. Moments that never really existed past the elements of sound.
How ironic a song is what brings it all back to me. Connecting the conclusion to our introduction, like an infinite loop, like running in circles, like hellos to goodbyes.
nothing is sadder than someone who is scared to...
Okay i exaggerated the “nothing”. Of course there’s a million things sadder than that. But, beautiful people who never want to show a silly side to them, or an “unattractive” picture. Who always always strive to portray themselves as cool and collected online. That’s pretty fucking sad. Not saying there aren’t people who are genuinely 1000% perfect...
