Darkcalifornia

my life in poems, photos and memes.

[darkcalifornia]

It's like wearing a mask when you go out

And everytime you put it on

It gets heavier

After a while it starts to fall off

But you can pick it up

Just before anyone notices

But at one point it'll break

And shatter into a hundred pieces

You can't pick it up anymore

It's broken

And you know that your mask is as crushed as your heart

-RJ

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[beyouth]

yes, it’s nice being called beautiful and seeing boys look from across the street and all. but what about the times where you find your heart shattered in pieces because once they kissed you, or had sex with you, you never hear from them again. except for that one time, after a few weeks. asking if they can see you one more time. just to do it all over again. or what about the times where you choose him, but he picks her because he loves her and you’re just nice to look at. or because they say you never really have a beautiful girl all to yourself. yes, it’s nice being beautiful, but oh, how it destroys you to be just that. to always be the second choice. to be just a pretty face.