Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky - Winter landscape, 1880s.

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Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky - Winter landscape, 1880s.
O era..
I try not to stare at your lips when we talk but I want them so badly.
She doesn’t have any lifelong friends, she envies those who have found their circle.
The sweet red.
Oh my, does it go down
So smooth.
The sensation against each taste bud
The taste of forgetting.
The sweet red.
Oh my, does it go down
So smooth.
Slowly slipping away from the here,
The now; reality.
Time stops; music blasts
With each glass
Oh my, does it go down
So smooth.
KF xx
Why is it that I look back?
Look back at the hard times.
The worst times; the hurricane of emotions.
Why,
Why can’t I look at the lighter memories?
Instability; who I am.
Incapable of remembering the good.
The bad takes over; the hurricane of emotions.
It runs me.
The wind and rain tear through my head
My body and mind are immobile.
I’m stuck.
Why is it that I look back?
Why is it that I cannot look forward?
KF
i hate you and i hate myself. go fuck yourself
.
— Sylvia Plath
an excerpt from my book when things are not FINE // ma.c.a
Longingly I stare,
At the flowers
The red, red roses.
I reach out to trim them
And blood trickles
Down my finger.
So beautiful, the flowers
Yet thorns stab at those who touch them.
The blood
Like the cut
The scar on my right leg.
The glass.
The past.
I’ll write to you,
Then shred it.
I’ll write to you,
Then burn it.
I’ll write to you,
My always valentine.
And keep it.
You will always be, my valentine.
The one left unsent.
I spy with my little eye
the fire in your soul beginning to die.
I spy with my little eye
a girl from your past starting to pry.
I spy with my little eye
life on my own and i’d like to cry.
It’s the middle of a perfect kiss
When time flies.
It’s because you’re happy
When time flies.
But why?
Why is it that time flies
When all you want is a pause button?
Why is it that time creeps
Oh so slowly
When you’re trying to stay positive
When you’re trying to sleep
When all you want
Need
Yearn for
Is when time flies?
Hey Daniel,
I don’t know if you ever realized that you’re a great fucking guy and I am so beyond lucky to have you here.
Love always,
Kelso
write to me
write to me about all that you love
write to me about our love
write to me about the past
write to me about the present
write to me about the future
write to me about it all
You made the right choice, ripping my heart out and throwing it on the ground. My life is such a mess now. I would have never been able to provide you the life you deserved. I would have tried but.. I'm glad I failed myself and not you.