I drop shots of vodka like bombs down my throat Hoping they find their way to the pills I planted like mines in my stomach With my back to the wall, expectations falling and angels calling, I beg for an explosion.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@hallowedtodeath
I drop shots of vodka like bombs down my throat Hoping they find their way to the pills I planted like mines in my stomach With my back to the wall, expectations falling and angels calling, I beg for an explosion.
"I didn't ask for your heart but you smiled as you handed it to me. You were careful. It had been hurt before. I placed it as closely to mine as I could without letting them touch. I wasn't ready to give mine away just yet. But I think I would have. But then you asked for yours back. It wasn't growing well enough inside of me. Maybe it needed more room. Better conditions. So I emptied my chest of your heart. It had changed me though. There's still a blank space inside that proves it was kept there. You came back once. Not to give me your heart again but to touch my empty chest and tell me you're sorry. To tell me you hope it's filled again soon. Yours has a new home now. A closer home. More stable. The kind it deserves. I hope it grows there for as long as you'd like it to. To become more than you could have dreamed. I hope my chest fills again as well. My heart has gotten lonely. "
Promises to the Devil.
Could have been.
This is isolation.
Changing this blog to post my shitty poems/collection of words/thoughts/pictures. Feel free to unfollow; gonna get annoying and personal.
When it's confirmed that someone you thought was gay actually is and you just need to take a second to appreciate that your gaydar is on point.
Do you ever wonder who looks at you and wishes they had a reason to talk to you?
you know what would make a really good tumblr if it got popular? so they have their followers take random pictures of people and submit them. not unflattering or embarrassing pictures, just normal pictures of people going about their day, unaware of the picture being taken. then if you see a picture of yourself (or someone you know), you explain what's going on in your life, what you were doing, etc. sort of adds to the idea that everyone has their own struggles and thoughts and that the random girl you accidentally bumped into on the bus is so much more than just an extra in your life.
what if we got notifications in our heads when people thought about us like you could see a little (3) barely in your vision and you just think "hey, i want to open those now" and you'd see like
1. james went hiking and remembered the time you almost fell down a cliff
2. john wondered if you're still doing drugs
3. jackie had a strong urge to fuck your brains out