This guy’s deep
This guy’s deep
Not only lover but friends can break your heart too.
I‘m already so sad and then I see him and get even sadder.
The four different types of rain:
This rain typically occurs in the summer and is the most sought after rain. It tends to occur after days/weeks/and sometimes even months of humidity. It it cool to the touch but warm as well, almost room temperature. This rain smells of heat and grass.
This type of rain occurs in the spring and smells of flowers and honey. Perfect temperature of cool/ hot and is typically a light mist of sorts. The rain happens often but is still celebrated by dancing.
This type of rain is cold and beats down on you, hitting harder then you’d expect water ever could. It smells of the memory of snow and is just as cold. This rain brings hopes that the temperature will drop Just Enough for snow to occur
Fall rain is more of an aesthetic than an actual type of rain. Its a misty, cooling down rain to signify the bite of winter is close. It’s falling leaves resembling the falling rain. It’s the smell of moss and mud and Rain’s beautiful scent. It’s crunching wet leaves and taking aesthetic photos. Fall rain is both the beginning of winter and the end of a beautiful summer who’s rays of warmth are a distant memory
How do I tell someone that I want to die without making them sad or judging me?
She went back and buried her feet into the quicksand,
Just like you always knew her, ever-so-loving,
Where she stood years ago, she fails herself and stands,
And it has her stomach in knots where she’s heading.
Senseless of direction, no salvation in hand,
Blind to the handicaps in the path she’s treading.
Ignorance was a bliss and upon her bestowed,
Crown of oblivion she didn’t know she wore.
Though everyone had seen it, she was never told…
She waltzed her way into a deadly trou-de-loup
“A ne'er-do-well, imprudent fool, lo and behold.
Point and laugh at the tactless dolt who won’t recoup.”
At her last breath she nearly laughed at that remark,
Before she heard the wails of those whose cries she knew:
“Today we kiss goodbye the unholy monarch
We mourn the witless fool who never had a clue.”
“Away in her mind she would unravel memories, like beads on a string. Each bead contained a story of the time before. Sometimes as I listened to her memories my thoughts would drift. They would quietly hum of hope that some how, one day, I could return to that time.”
Just another of life’s big questions.
The only reason Dracula isn’t a thing anymore is because he was captured by the government and has by now been reformed into a normal member of society and he lives among us
🎶 👏🏻 same 👏🏻 🎶
She was a free bird one minute; queen of the world and laughing.
The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break.
She never cried because she was afraid something ‘would’ happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, ‘would not’ happen.
I wish I was like this all of the time. Drunk me is the best me.