Number 7

Kissing my upturned face
I am quiet
Listening.
I haven’t seen the ocean
In some time
but days like these
I know just how close she is.
Because the raindrops whisper all of her secrets into my skin.


Number 4 

We were dancing in an hourglass, my dear.
Clearly seeing the floor was rising.
Feeling the thinness in the air.
I’m sorry I grew quiet, stopped talking…I just didn’t want to suffocate on the sand.



suckmyvertical:

fucking cuddle with me you bitch

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divinefrayja:

You know what I haven’t seen in a while? Shane on my dash!

Umm :$

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You know, it’s sad,”
She said,
“How Death is just
A fucking period
In the middle of
Our life’s worth
Of run-on sentences.
We could be
Breathing
And in the next moment
Only attempting.
How fucked up is that?
That even our breath
Gets taken from us.
What do we have
Control over
In this world?”

“Well, we can choose
To be flowing,”
I said, treading lightly,
“That whatever may happen
To our lungs
Our fingers, toes,
Carpal bones,
Was always going to happen.
An acceptance,
Not a giving up.”

“What does that mean?”

“It isn’t breath
Being ripped
From our lungs.
We are born
With a secret
Expiration date.
We only have
Enough breath
To last us so long.
But live well enough
That people will still
Want a taste of you
Even after
You’ve expired.
Expiration - BM (via beardedmusing)

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gnarly:

*snapchats and texts the same person at the same time*

Hehehe

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lameforlife:

Wayne’s World (1992)

lameforlife:

Wayne’s World (1992)

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