meteor shower
quick
take cover but
the hues in our hair complement one another
i'd sell my own bones
for sapphire stones
cus blue
is your
favourite colour <3
meteor shower
quick
take cover but
the hues in our hair complement one another
i'd sell my own bones
for sapphire stones
cus blue
is your
favourite colour <3
merry 27th december y'all
i forgot to post a merry christmas message on christmas but hey, i hope y'all had a wonderful time with your families, or just with yourselves. i don't know your situations.
i hope you're safe, too. these are still scary times, and i hope that just because it's the holidays your mentalities didn't change. please survive until 2021, for me. it'll hopefully get better then.
time is an illusion that helps things make
sense
and so we’re always living
in the present tense
it seems unforgiving when a good thing
ends
but you and i will always be back
then
there's gotta be a reason that i'm here on earth
gotta be reason for the dust
and the dirt
the changing of the seasons never changed my hurt
so what's it worth,
what's it worth?
worth another shot of whisky and another sip of gin
another drop of poison that is slowly sinking in
if we're going down together,
better take another hit
we won't be here forever
so let's make the best of it.
mistakes were made to let go,
i tried to lay down my law.
it’s so
so
pretty.
i shattered mirrors to cope,
you made me hate what i saw
oh
it’s such
a
pity.
i don’t speak
my mind,
i just sit and listen.
i’m there
on time,
‘cus they don’t
know i’m missing.
sometimes
i would rather stay home
than show up to be ignored and alone.
i’m currently descending back into my portal 2 obsession for the third time in the past six months,,,
please help: i’m out of well-written wheatley fanfics to read and i’ve read blue sky too many times to count and i’m avoiding writing my own,, (although it’d be good practise i guess)
(just as a side note, y’all can find me on tiktok by the same name where i’ll probably be cosplaying wheatley some time soon!!)
you know those kinds
of girls
who look like they’re made
of honey and glass
of sticky sweet ash,
and you can’t get the taste off your tongue -
burnt sugar and a little bit of rum?
and she dances in the rain with her clothes on,
drenched to the bone, never knows when she’s all gone.
she’s the life of the party
and deep down i know
that nobody flinches when she takes off her clothes
and i wonder
what it’s like
to be one of those girls
to sit in the sun
and look at the world
and never think,
“wow,
am i enough?”
i've
got a record player
that was made in 2014
dyed my hair blue
it came out a
seasick
sorta
green
i like vintage dresses
when they fall
just
below my knees
i pretend
i scraped them
climbing in the trees.
sometimes
i think
all i'm ever doing is
trying to convince myself i'm alive,
sometimes
i think
all i'm ever doing is
trying to convince myself i'm alive.
you know i,
i'm afraid of change
guess that's why
we stay the same.
so tell me to leave,
i'll pack my bags,
get on the road.
find someone that loves you
better than i do -
darling, i know.
'cus you remind me every day
i'm not enough but i still stay
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