A crooked smile
And shaky hands
With eyes that made the stars jealous
She picked up coke
To accompany the smoke
As her corpse walked the empty streets
The model girl
With skinny wrists
And purple hair
She didn’t dare
We bonded over pharmaceuticals and indifference
The nights turned day
As we made way
Into each others blood stream
Collapsed veins
Turned candy laced
I gritted my teeth
An ocean of blankets
I drowned in my sleep
about girls I’ve kissed II (via boy-eerie)



the satisfaction

One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, “Now, try and shove it all back in the container.” Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, “In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth” and we were like 10 so we were like yeah ok whatever lady, but somehow to this day I think of it constantly.