i hope the world doesn’t turn into mad max bc I can’t drive
“hi this is your uber driver here i’m parked in front of immortan joe’s shrine”
I think sometimes that maybe some day I’ll see you again
and no longer worry about resisting the urgent desire to put your face in my hands
Press together bodies that had for so long wept to be close
I’ll only remember that once
I found your smile enchanting
and your hands comforting
And I wont think of the time in your small room,
the morning light shining as a reminder
the feel of you waning
your stacks of paper
you and empty bottles, your cigarettes,
Your arms around my arms around my heart
the tiny ripples of love dripping raw from my lips to yours
our bodies spilling onto each other
you who made me laugh and then cry cry cry
but I won’t blame you
Maybe we’ll smile at each other
Maybe we’ll talk around
Maybe we’ll just exist under a mutual pretense of not looking at each other
i’m into really low commitment hangouts like lying on the floor near each other or falling asleep together or falling into an endless void together
(via kitty-cuntz)
eatin’ ass under water
call that pacific rim
(via ruinedchildhood)
when you’re looking in the mirror while the acid kicks in
(Source: hallucination, via edgynameformyblog)