i want to mean fucking something to someone
every bite is harder to chew
and my heart is on my plate.
i’ve given up on every action except
for love. i want to die, and it’s apparent
that my parents don’t love me the way they used to.
my mother never worries anymore
when i pull out my teeth,
and growing old is just like my childhood; i never
want it to end. the days are getting darker
and my view on life is following suit.
tell me i’m something and make it rhyme
with a reason because i can’t fucking think
about anything other than my own inability
to speak what i mean and this instability is eating away
like monsters under the bed and halloween
when all i want is to be held. call it a night when i end it,
this life is so close to being over.
(Source: revitalisation, via time-stopsandsuddenly)
I had this girlfriend who at first I didn’t like very much, or I didn’t take her very seriously I guess. She just seemed like, you know, a piece of ass. But she was persistent man, and she just hung around and hung around and showed up at my place, and gradually it started to feel better when she was there. It wasn’t love the way I imagined it. I just felt weird if I didn’t know what she was up to or whatever. And I liked knowing that she was just going to be there, and warm, and staying the night. And she acted like I was teaching her everything, about, fucking history, about sex. She didn’t know what street Central Park started on, or how to use soap, and I showed her. And I wanted that chance to show someone everything. But she changed her mind about everything and it was that fast.
I’m just so exhausted.
- Adam, Girls Season 2 Episode 8
(via destiiiny)
who do i even try to impress with my writing?
(Source: babeimgonnaleaveu, via vanst0ck)
(via poisonnoakk)
i’m looking backwards
on broken stones wondering
“why did i throw you?”
