i ripped the skin off my lip on accident.
spanish music playing for hours.
you want to wash your face.
i want to kiss your neck.
i dont even know if i am capable of
feeling anything more than the physical
when will something swallow me
youre so little
you talk too much and you
annoying as fuck but jesus
theres something there.
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well that’s a promising start so far so good. <3
Anonymous asked: Be my late valentine :3
tell me more.
i wanna dress up sexy and have a valentine for like one sec.
never ever expect anything because you will get the opposite.
got from 4:30 to 10:00 pm with
red wine, blueberry wine,
a shot of gin, a can of natty ice.
i am twenty two and i am wearing a hat
that reminds me of when my dad would shovel
a path to the school bus at 6:55 AM.
reminds me of gingham tablecloths.
of before i had a cat and only kissed one boy
at a time.
when a boy would call me on a telephone
me sitting in my closet
sleepy voice buzzing through
til someone else needed the phone
imagine if someone you like called you.
called you and said,
hey. what’re you up to? wanna talk a lil bit?
we loved boys who were so bad for our bones.
learned from our friends. from girls in the locker room.
listen just because he doesn’t trust you
doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.
its simple, babies.
now i’m twenty-two and
i still walk tightropes but now i say,
if i fall then fuck it because
i’m pretty sure that i bounce back.
happened before it’ll happen again.
i’ll kiss you if you smile at me and after that
i don’t wanna hear anything about it.
i don’t want one single smirk in an elevator
because no matter what
i’m still sacred as fuck.
whisper cliche things in my ears. things that boys say to girls they like. things that take courage but were said a hundred times before me. the heavy steps of your work boots sound safe. like you could probably get me out of any bad situation with a shovel and a cigarette hanging off your lips.
oh, its just a loose wire.
see, what you’ve gotta do is make sure next time you just…
i cant sleep. you could climb snow banks with me. you could be my best friend. you could kiss me inside of an igloo and i wouldnt be mad. if i could feel purple i would. i would be the bruise.
a google doc i found called “birthday”
"when the song ends as you arrive it should be a good feeling but i feel like every time i blink i think i might sleep for a thousand years. i don’t ever want to have bumper stickers. my travel mug tastes like red wine."
cme watch billboard dad with me ill kiss you
took the day but once the gin wore off
felt the fuck from the shower in my muscles.
everything with you is delayed.
i used to look at the back of your head and
wonder how many girls kissed your piercing.
360-something days before the night we
smoked cigarettes balancing on a concrete
step hiding from hard autumn rain,
i saw you in the background.
still, in the rain i tried harder to keep
my heavy heel on the ledge
than to know you.
je veux te parler en français un peu.
sous les draps. la couverture.
sous tes bras.
i think you’d like me without make up on.
"tu viens d’ou?"
"dit-moi d’ou je viens. écoute l’accent."
"bon. moi non plus."
as soon as there is a line, i want to cross it.
imagine what its like to be an eagle. cut my
thumb open on a bottle of red wine so i’m
drinking the blood and the body. the ghosts
stuck inside these heavy rings on my knuckles
are coming out, bbys. can you hear the screams?