We Dance Alone.
I overthink just about everything. It takes me forever to do anything because I get really anal. I always want what i can't have. I am very imaginative. I can never find the right words to describe myself. I'm so weird, and very few people really understand me. The stupidest things keep me endlessly happy. I’m very indecisive and I tend to mess everything up one way or another. How i feel changes a lot, but right now im pretty happy. Btw, most of the stuff I post isn't going to make any sense, hope that's cool.
August 18, 2009
August 17, 2009
(via smut-to-go)
2 years agoWe used to stay up late counting the streets we’d walk passed. count the stars, wondering how long this ecstasy would last. Smoke a joint, light a cigarette and another, pretend it didn’t matter that we were addicted to eachother. Pass around the liquor, talk about the pain, believe the tree’s had faces while we were going insane. The days we’re too long and the nights would never end, it was easier to fake a smile. we forgot it was pretend. Years earlier it was just enough to lay in your bed, but the summer was aggressive and issued narcotics instead. The lies dripped of your tongue and my heart was on fire, no one would ever understand the countless months of satire. Maybe I’m just getting used to the feeling of heartache, but I’ll always be your first love and you’ll always be my biggest mistake.
(via sailors)
2 years ago
August 16, 2009
2 years ago“The Orchard” (1998) by Justine Kurland, now cover art for the latest edition of The Virgin Suicides (via britticisms)
I want to be here.
August 14, 2009
2 years agohow can this place be real? (it’s in solingen, germany)
