lol @ the people who chill outside my house every night and are super loud and my dog wants to eat them all
i’m not sure why like i like to post so many pictures of comfy beds so much.
..maybe because they’re safe and warm and remind me of those days where i get to lay with my love. we just lay. we’re warm and playful and sweet and it’s like the world can’t touch us because well, it can’t when we’re lost in that world of simplicity. just think, we could never have a day like that again. we could be too busy, we could go to college or move out or we could be changed forever- we will never or, barely ever, have a day like that in our young adult - adult lives after this summer. and perhaps, just perhaps, i like to hide from what’s coming for awhile, to hide in our love and sugary-sweetness and linger in the warmth between us before the harsh kick of reality sets in… it is okay to wander in time, isn’t it?
i’m so angry. so fucking angry i’m steaming. i got a 66 in physics because of ‘excessive absences and tardiness’, like excuse you? you were on fucking leave for like two months this quarter where all we did was book work. we had maybe like two tests? everything else is five minute quizes that, if i came late WITH A PASS you made me take in a minute, that if i was absent the day before (meaning that i never learned the stuff on the quiz) you still MADE ME TAKE THEM even though i was obviously going to fail. sorry I was out for a funeral and a field trip to go build a house, sorry I have bad anxiety and I have WAY too much going on and i can’t handle it, sorry I’m in band and have lessons sometimes, sorry i’m late sometimes because i have art ALL THE WAY on the other side and i can’t make it in time without getting a pass, sorry you’re not in charge of your class room, that you need another individual to help you teach, i’m sorry they didn’t let me drop your class when i basically begged too. fuck you and i don’t give a fuck you’ve had a shitty time, you’re just making me have a shitty time too and i hope you realize that.
It’s funny. Everyone’s always there when I don’t need them and when I do, it’s like I have the zombie virus or something.
My lips are sore
with that,
nice kind of deep-passion pink.
The length of time that held me from you was,
devastating in a sense.
How could I be without my other half?
My love bled onto your arms,
without a care to stop.
And,
it was that,
interesting kind of deep-blue sad,
that drained me.
The renewal that came with my return was,
beautiful in every sense.
How is this anything but real?
anger.
sits in me like
a tied up dragon; an un-admireable fate.
to die because of failure to escape —-
a shame.
did you ever fall to the feet
of, a feeling?
i hate always being so mad. it makes me so angry, being mad all of the time..
afljdfljadsfldfjdjfa like a million people wrote on my wall, i actually feel kind of acknowledged.. it’s really nice :) today is going to be a good day <3
You cannot create things that you are not.
If you have been wicked, you can create the wicked;
if you are good, you cannot create the bad.
How then, tell me, was Satan made?
