Taken with Instagram

someonesmemory:

i change my mind a lot so i’m moving back here for good. it’s where all my poetry and pretty much everything will be. so follow me here

i change my mind a lot so i’m moving back here for good. it’s where all my poetry and pretty much everything will be. so follow me here

I’ve sewn my heart into a picture frame
and wrapped it in words
you need to hear.

What else do I have to do
to make you love me? 

roggyscanvas:

I traced the outline of your lips in the emptiness before me. My pornographic photographic memory is a curse for moments like this, torturing me with recollections of your mouth. Sure, I’m drunk. But I’m cognizant enough to write to you about your lips, with no one to stop me, not even my better judgement.

Your lips like Cupid’s bow
Open with intent to sin
Draw me in physically, emotionally, promptly
Planting something fiery,
Vivid, in my memory,
my skin’s memory
It is inescapable
How your lips, your mouth
Envelopes me.

(via whenalionroars-deactivated20140)

lessons-in-morbidity:

I count the raindrops
falling off of my skin
and the splinters from
the lavender sprigs
stuck to my fingertips,

and wonder, I do if I shall
ever feel again,
if the dampened mire
beneath my feet
will root my broken bones
and I may grow new skin.

Perhaps I shall die
perhaps I shall die

with the darkness
of my soul etched
on the whites of my
eyes.

Look through these
windows, stained of soot
and yesterday’s sorrow
if you so dare,
if you need taste what
the evenings fare.

Perhaps I shall die
Perhaps I shall die

and it will rain that day
as always will
until such time as I may
live again, in the solace
of your eyes.

(via untitledphases-deactivated20130)

I’m convinced I look great with glasses hbu (Taken with Instagram)

"fingernails"

why am i not andrea gibson this is not okay

a-northern-light:

-Andrea Gibson