The colossal fire
behind your eyes
has simply become
with x’s and y’s
and a few constants
that now only remind me
of your name
and the look
that you gave me
when I told you
that I never
wanted to see you again:
loss and forgetfulness
in that order.
all my lil hunnies fly tho
The story behind lobsters
is that they weren’t thought of as cuisine
until the 19th century. Before that
they were considered peasant food,
and most often served in prisons.
The story behind diamonds
is that they were just rocks until 1938
when there was a marketing campaign
that forever linked them with love.
The story about you is that you thought
I was so much more than I was.
The story behind art
is that it’s never a masterpiece
until it’s already been sold.
Once it already belongs to someone else.
The story behind us
is that once you finally had me, you had
no idea what I was worth.
You’re an alchemist who can turn six beers into an awkward three week relationship
Damn i should have never reblogged that nike foam phone case…this fool really just started his Christmas list.
why would you even drop acid? people are gonna slip on it and hurt themselves!
only drop the acid if you can neutralize it by dropping the base
I finally understand dubstep
I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.