I just have to reblog again. I mean, look at the amount of notes!!
CAN WE JUST TAKE A SECOND AND LOOK AT THE NOTES? OKAY.
HOLY NOTES WHAAAAAAT.
I’m happy that my post got over 150.000 notes, but at the same time it sucks, because it means there’s a lot of people that have felt this way, and is one of the worst feelings ever:(
why must we play god
Do you keep all your boyfriends
in the box beneath your bed?
I know you keep at least a lover there,
but I don’t want to fall in love.
Over the opium ocean our
whispers ride, ride on sweet saline.
Till your name - “I’m Lucille,” Sour
goodbyes, I left when you looked away.
“Do you drink?”,
My grandmother’s drunken gaze glowed beautifully
in yours. I want to fall in love,
but not with you.
I am the unloved corner where the spider webs grow,
I am the heavy brown branch where tired crows cry;
I am the anarchy of a thousand hurried breaths
breathing life from the ruins of a thousand hurried deaths.
And I am where the spiders go to beat the beating black,
under the table where the moldy brown basket sits -
A little girl’s love was poured. But now she is gone.
A decade passes, then one more,
till no one feels sad to say her name,
or happy to hear it yelled across the chilly November wind
i had a dream that my boyfriend became a zombie during some kind of pandemic. his skin turned grey and his eyes became red.
but he remembered me, and he protected me from the other undead who wanted to turn or eat me. nobody worked or went to school anymore, so he stayed beside me always. he didn’t speak, but he kissed me with a mouth full of blood.