the hunger games is a good movie but is it just me or does catnip evergreen look kind of like jennifer lawrence?? idk just something about when she smiles it kind of looks the same, and even the voice?? ? but jennifer florence has blonde hair and carcass evermeme has brown hair so maybe it’s just me lol :) x
What do you want?“
Well, to be honest, it depends.
I’d like to pass all my exams so I have a stable future.
I’d like to travel the world.
Take my mother to a concert and give her everything and more.
But most importantly.
What I truly would die for.
Is you.
You have no idea how much I miss your light brown hair, how the snow got caught in it when we were locked out.
The way your lips wrapped around one of your trademark cigarettes.
Or the time when you were high and you couldn’t stop laughing at me.
I just want you.
So fucking badly.
I just want to be the only one you lie your head down with at night. The only one who hears your darkest thoughts and deepest fears. The only one who gets to run her hands through your hair. Who gets to curl up inside your warm embrace. Who gets to feel your soft skin on my lips. Who gets to love you like I do.
how to have soft hair: so you know the part of the shower you spend staring into the indeterminable void, so far gone into nothingness that you almost expect it to reply, fully aware of the improbability of our continued existence, dazzled and terrified by the otherworldly creatures moving in a pane beyond ours, wondering if you’re imagining the black claws closing in around you? you put the conditioner in your hair before that
Brown eyes looking like whiskey or honey, cinnamon and sugar
Brown eyes looking like a thousand year old tree’s layers, holding secrets of long lost times
Brown eyes looking like the dark depths of a cavern, luring you in
Brown eyes looking like gold and bronze and copper
Brown eyes.
My bones like clink less toasts, I waited for you. The dying moon over another day or the hour lost in the leap of spring, none could compare to my aching chest. I held spoons like they would rattle off my fingertips, drank bleach like it was cherry ade, my lips were blue but still I felt nothing. There is a burning silence without you, my tired hands wither at the thought of having to carry you on my back. Like lumps of coal from my throat, or high heels pressing into my skin, your drunken walks became my Sunday morning prayers, and although I never believed in God I swear i would recite the bible if you would come back to me. I ran blades through my hair, dabbed on black around my eyes as if looking in a mirror wouldn’t show me someone you didn’t want. I am a amphitheatre of loneliness that rattles like a the voice of a opera singer through an audience. They look, they can see me, but as soon as they stand, I run like a young boy with stage fright, scream like I am stood in front of a bus and your eyes are the glowing headlights coming towards me at 60mph and although I shut my eyes, all I can see is your cold, empty, face kissing me goodbye.
After I met you,
I started dreaming in colors.
And that’s saying a lot
for someone who’s only known
what it feels like
to live in the dark.
when the sun shines through a dress and makes it transparent omg
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incredible facts about the human body so interesting..
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can-you-get-higher ❤️(via gegen-saetzlich)
I am learning the art of being soft but not weak, to be loving but not afraid, to be strong enough to let it go but not to forget the lessons I learned
Never make fun of someone who speaks broken English. It means they know another language.
d-ter