My favorite thing about you is everything. I watch you when you’re not looking,-
     the way your lips rest together, and your hands hold your coffee cup, and your eyes gaze, and I’m always filled with the most genuine appreciation of your being. I love who you are, and who you’ve been, and who you will be.
   When we lay in bed and play nintendo, when we laugh and sing and understand each other especially when no one else does. When we disagree, when we make up. When we watch cartoons and get the munchies at 4 am. When we are us. Our strangeness blends perfectly, you make me laugh and feel alive, connected, -grounded yet elated and soaring above all else.
 I wake up to your face and smile. every single day- looking forward to all the happiness you bring me.

i don’t know what happened to my confidence.
but i would give anything to get it back.
i think i’m becoming so disconnected from myself
i don’t even recognize myself anymore.

nothing against blink 182 or anything.

unhinging doors the underground
is cold and I’m afraid
to take a step and slip into the mud but yet I
yearn for soot to fill my
lungs and bubble through my nose
where I can shut my eyes and salt
will softly glisten on my lashes but for
no one to see
but the worms.

cold these waters where

i dip my feet

and sink to the

bottom

breath in.

I like to feel drowsy, as close to asleep as my body can be, for those are the times when my mind is most awake. I think about my soul, a white soft cloud, rising like foam from my toes through my limbs, twisting and swerving through my ribs, and expelled through my nostrils as I nimbly exhale. I think about my place in this, -this manic dance of words and sounds. This filthy flesh we call a facade. I’ve fallen in love with several shells, it happens to the best of us. We see everything in nothing, the creators especially. Call it projection, misinterpretation, hopeful reverie, but I’ve painted souls into those void shells. I’ve squinted my eyes as tight as I could just to let in enough light. Those somber clouds. Smog.
I like to feel drowsy. I feel undiluted, my body’s heedless energy is all in my cloud, and I can see clearly.

An evening of good story telling awaits us.

I may or may not be drinking this out of a coffee mug at the library trying to do a paper.
I may or may not be succeeding.

(Source: casketdancer)

What would I do if I couldn’t swim in your eyes ?

Wow I’ve never had so much fun doing absolutely anything with someone like I do with you. You are so awesome. I love everything about you. Your personality and your interests and your mind and you just being you is so fascinating to me. I just enjoy you so damn much I hope you realize how adored you are. You’re beautiful inside and out in all ways for always.

The walls of the brick building were damp and moss covered, as if the ground was softly making its way up the sides to try and reach the sun at the top. It felt cool against my forehead. I wanted more than anything to push hard enough that I too could grow into the brick and make my way up top. I could only press so hard. Goddamn pain receptors. I heard once that a human finger is as easy to bite in half as a carrot, but our minds control our muscles enough that unless one was truly insane, they couldn’t consciously press their jaw tightly enough to break it off. I wanted to defeat this. I wanted to push my entire body into those red squares and become a part of them all. The crown of my head was throbbing, and I could not tell whether it was the pressure of my own force or the frigid dew on my skin. I tried to pull away but I was unable to move. Reaching my hand up to investigate, I realized my skin had morphed and spread into a single thin crack. Slugging my body towards the ground only tugged at my eyelids, but I did not panic yet.

Sororities.

You have to pay a fine when you miss an event (usually a party).

Being forced to hang out with your friends or else you have to pay. literally.

fucking lame. I’m glad I never got swept into that bullshit.