... i dyed my hair blond and cut it short just to feel something but i don't feel anything. i don't feel anything about losing all those healthy long curls but i also don't feel anything about having a cool hairstyle. ... i want to do a reunion for an oven and a poet's head.
#cookiewrote
#cookiewrote
Forwarded from anecdoche
anecdoche
Taylor Swift – illicit affairs
And you wanna scream
Don't call me "kid"
Don't call me "baby"
Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors
You know I can't see with anyone else
Don't call me "kid"
Don't call me "baby"
Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors
You know I can't see with anyone else
anecdoche
Conan Gray – Killing Me
And though I am cryin' and bleedin' and barely breathin'
I can't let go of your heart
I can't let go of your heart
anecdoche
Rio Romeo – NOTHING'S NEW - RIO ROMEO
I want to be close to you
But I don't know what to do
'Cause if we are near to through
It may make it worse
And if I start to grieve
'Cause it feels you're 'bout to leave
Forgive me, I'm not naïve
I've been here before
So, won't you please spare me indignity?
And won't you please give me some decency?
And won't you please call it, if our time is through?
'Cause I know that we fall apart, when nothing's new
Nothing's new
But I don't know what to do
'Cause if we are near to through
It may make it worse
And if I start to grieve
'Cause it feels you're 'bout to leave
Forgive me, I'm not naïve
I've been here before
So, won't you please spare me indignity?
And won't you please give me some decency?
And won't you please call it, if our time is through?
'Cause I know that we fall apart, when nothing's new
Nothing's new
Forwarded from محتوای فاخر. (Kimia)
I think I could have been a great lover. I'm not talking about sex in particular. actually I think today's world is so cut up on it that it has lost it's meaning. in today's hookup culture sex is almost as empty as masturbating under your blanket before sleep. a very lonely feeling. I'm talking about washing someone's back in the bathtub. bending over for tying them shoes laces in the rain while they are holding an umbrella above your head. putting my cold feet between their legs to get them warm. dying ones hair. pulling out their white hairs. kissing their palms gently and them ending up holding your face in between. shaving them face. blowing into their eyes when an eyelash has fallen in. I don't want to just make your dick hard. I want to be remembered by your eyes as the wind. knowing that we won't last together forever but even for a year, I had a trace on the nature while passing on to your body. intimacy is dead at the very least just for me and I fucking hate it.