They light on and off
changing their mood each second,
dressing a fake tree
that lives fakely evergreen.
Living surrounded by rubber
in an eternal disposable life
which crumbles and eventually
decays, but never gets rotten.
They light on and off
changing their mood each second,
dressing a fake tree
that lives fakely evergreen.
Living surrounded by rubber
in an eternal disposable life
which crumbles and eventually
decays, but never gets rotten.
FUCK. FUCK I HIT JACKPOT. IM GONNA CLOSE MY DMS FOR AWHILE BC I NEED TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER BUT WHEN I OPEN IT BACK I’LL BE SENDING LINKS
❛ You’re barking up the wrong tree. ❜ ( @jwhik )
She’s tired – it shows in the prominent circles under her eyes, growing in size and depth. It shows on the way she’s perpetually on edge, jumping at the slightest of touches and sounds. And above all, it shows in the way her eyes have darkened – what fiery spunk they’ve always had, they’ve begun to grow musky and opaque. This is getting to her, fear is actually getting to her, and the excessive nights she spends double checking her locked doors, looking behind her shoulder when she walks back home, they’ve taken a toll on her glamour, which is by far what bothers her the most.
Holli has learned to pretend above everything else – she’s nothing if she can’t keep that up.
For once, she’s got no salacious remark for him, no flirtatious touch lingering on his collar. Holli Would is tired, and scared out of her wits in the most literal sense of the word. And so, when he growls his remark, she simply keeps her gaze ahead to the collection of bottles piled on the shelves behind the bar counter, simply downs the contents of her glass with as much nonchalance as she can muster when she’s only working on cheap coffee, booze and zero hours of sleep.
“ y’know, I really don’t get you,” she finally finds herself mumbling, eyes roll in an attempt to display annoyance and not something else – the notion that she’s unable to tangle him up to take down Davis is still bothering her more than anything else. Worse is the fact that he keeps coming back to scold her for it, and she has no fucking idea why, “ you said you wouldn’t take the job. but you keep hanging around and giving me shitty life advice. ” or perhaps she just refuses to take it because she doesn’t trust any judgment other than her own.
“ you’re either horny and wanna fuck me, or you’re just on some spiritual journey after all the people you’ve taken down. ” a sardonic scoff, bitter and low, “ i’ll take the first option. otherwise, just stop trying to tell me what to do. ”
Les dije , eso no terminaba ahí.
Salí de una relación de casi 3 años , hace poco. Y esta niña llegó de la nada , pero creo que es mi don y mi maldición, ser demasiado amable con las personas. Esta niña llamémosla “M” , creo que esta empezando a malinterpretar todo , porque lo único que quiero en estos momentos es buenas amistades y tal vez una que otra aventura de una noche. “M” es súper guapa , tiene una mente y pensamientos muy bonitos , es una niña súper sencilla y con valores, pero no quiero lastimarle, no se lo mereces. Por más que quiera comenzar algo con ella , no puedo.
„I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone.“
J.R.R. Tolkien
Las nubes y yo, nos contamos infinitos secretos
quiero saber si puedo darte un beso, interminable si así se pudiera
quisiera bailar contigo el sonido de nuestros gestos
en tu manos que suavizan la tempestad
que se mueven al cantar de nuestra oración.
Es que eres mágica, haces que divague en tus caderas en mi soñar
y posarme ante la luna deseo.
Posdata: ella le puso el fondo rosa .-./
Orion bellowed in agony, and Reyna thought what a pleasing last sound that was to hear
Поглъщам добрината в погледа ти. Виждам радостта, с която храниш бездомните животни, с която помагаш на хората, с която купуваш цветя от бабите, с която оставяш бакшиши, с която подаряваш усмивки на всички. Оправяш деня и света на хората. Казвала ли съм ти колко добър човек си? Нека ти го повторя.
Just-one-sunflower
i hope you are always free enough
to become who you want to be
and you aren’t stifled by the assumption
that you owe your younger self
a future that she would grow up
to discover she has outgrown
- Brianna Wiest
I love you, but I still get jealous when she talks about other boys she doesn’t just call friend.