December 2010
83 posts
nevershatter asked: Thank you for the follow, dear. xx :)
Never Apart
Sometimes its hard to look at you - to love you. My body fills with regret, when the memories of us hit me like bullets, with every glance you give me. Every loving glance. It tares me a part.
Christmas; I ran I ran from everything that was scary Being gay; being in love with you; having you in love with me I didn’t know how to handle any of it because that would of meant accepting that...
Know that no matter how mad I am at u or how much we fight. At the end of the I...
Fuck it.
lezbfrands:
What a merry fucking christmas.
Did you catch my fucking sarcasm? I hope so.
yourwaywithwords asked: i love you <3 :)
I’m tired of hurting everyone. I can’t heal those scars.
Ferret [FER-it]
-verb
1. To search out, discover, or bring to light.
I can't stand how much I love you
If you’re looking for light
I know who has stolen all the stars
And ill be an accomplis to this crime
The most beautiful of all my sins
She’s imprisoned them behind her eyelids
How jealous I am of the universe
Living behind your eyes
Breathing your life
in rhythm with my heart
Perfection
You are perfection
And I’m and perfectly flawed
The yin to your yang
Trace my...
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere, i’ve looked at cloud that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone. So many things i would have done but clouds got in my way. I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now, From up and down, and still somehow It’s cloud illusions i recall. I really...
yourwaywithwords asked: 1 more full day - 1 more sleeep
eeeek
i love the indentations that run horizontally past your collarbone,
i love the tightening of the muscles in your face,
i like to hear the wind beat against the window of your heart while it beats against my chest.
i like seeing the outline of your shadow against the wall,
i like to trace my hands back...
eeeek
i love the indentations that run horizontally past your collarbone,
i love the tightening of the muscles in your face,
i like to hear the wind beat against the window of your heart while it beats against my chest.
i like seeing the outline of your shadow against the wall,
i like to trace my hands back...