babyheroin: the clock moved a quarter of a turn the time it took a cigarette to burn
moorejohnny: everything is wrong with me
Some days, I listen to that clock ticking in the hallway. Then I think of all...– Khaled Hosseini (via 24ribs)
eencrawford: the first 3D movie i ever saw was that spy kids movie and i was so disoriented afterwards that i fell down the stairs
some mornings, I wake up with poetry clogging up my veins it leaks and it leaks and it leaks until it has burst, taking the smallest pieces of my heart with it. other mornings, I wake up drowning in literature it pours and it pours and it pours until I have spit up all the words that Dickens and Fitzgerald ached to share. this morning, I woke up tasting you in all of my words it hurts and...
I used to pray that we would win the lottery. You told me that was silly, that way too many people were already praying for that. I used to cry about boys not liking me. You told me that was useless, that they weren’t wasting any time crying over me. I used to complain about my body. You told me that was stupid, that I was wasting more time complaining about it than doing something about it. ...
I am made of flowers Tulips, daisies, roses Give me sunlight And I will grow, grow, grow Shower me with raindrops Kill me with your hands I am made of the scary bits of you Your heart, your mind, your soul Give me your love And I will flee, flee, flee Shower me with kisses Kill me with your fingertips