The truth is that no one will write a song about us. No one will write us down in any gold-bound leather books. We will not inspire poets, directors, shy art students with nothing else to paint about. We will not be read aloud to any quiet classroom; we will not be told and retold in many versions…
Yes!
listen if you don’t know about this here
!!!!!!!!! Bye bye water!
I wanna flush. It. Again.
loverstabbedaswordthroughmyheart:
i-was-so-alone-and-iou-so-much:
How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you
I’m pretty much positive that’s why poetry was even invented in the first place.
for the constellations of your skin to brush against
the earth of mine
i would swim the seas a thousand times
(please let’s fuck now)That was beautiful
poets