~ I am just an illusion ~
hopefor-thehopeless:

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair 

and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met 

and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you 

and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky 

and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon



barefootinadress:

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forgetree:

Bald head✨



notmysecret:

just because

You’re finding the lost city of Atlantis. You’re the lake me and my brothers visited every summer. You’re the wounds I didn’t bother to mend. You’re the way I fuck myself every night. When you told me you can still taste the salt on my mouth from the visit we made to the sea last year, it was the best thing I’ve ever heard coming from your lips besides your laugh. Does it mean you still love me then? Because that was the moment when we told each other how we meant to one another. I know you don’t kiss girls who write poetry and tortured themselves by plucking an eyelash every time she hurts her lover. I nonchalantly told the people at the bar how you’re making me feel something else, how hating you isn’t even an option when missing you overpowered my veins and limbs. You say I have salt in my mouth. That wasn’t from the ocean, baby. It was from you. You poisoned me with too much sodium chloride when you left me. That’s how I became bitter. Now you’re back and you feel like another passageway to Narnia and Terabithia, much more easy paths, because fuck, even now I dyed my hair black because you loved my light chestnut hair I can still see heaven in your eyes and all I feel is how you corrupted my mind on how I should stay the fuck away from love.
a.s., writing with a hangover #1 (via mossyribs)












dreadlockbullshit: