(Source: putawh0re, via loveyourchaos)
I’m in love with the world through the eyes of a girl who’s still around the morning after.
We broke up a month ago then I grew up
I didn’t know I’d be around the morning after
It’s always been wait and see
A happy day
And then you pay
And feel like shit
The morning after
But now I feel
Changed around
And instead
Of falling down
I’m standing up
The morning after
Situations get fucked up
And turned around
Sooner or later
I could be
Another fool
Or an exception
To the rule
You tell me
The morning after
Crickets spin can’t come to rest,
I’m damaged bad at best
She’ll decide what she wants
I’ll probably be the last to know
No one says until it shows
See how it is…
They want you or they don’t
Say Yes
I’m in love
With the world
Through the eyes of a girl
Who’s still around the morning after.
<3
(Source: spumonis, via nice-bed-can-i-slytherin)
(Source: nazic, via nice-bed-can-i-slytherin)
(Source: yimmyayo)
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"I avoid speaking your name in conversation,
throwing it to the air as if it were nothing
more than an assumption of you; it is my last
mode of defence. The last item of clothing
to discard before I realise I’m naked in public.
Because they can hear it in my voice. I know.
Even in that one short syllable that means
everything and nothing; your name is as common
as you are rare. As easy as you are not.
As simple as love should be, but never is.
But when I’m alone, I tie my tongue softly
round the familiar sound, as if pronouncing
with conviction the phonetics of desire
will cause time to pause just long enough
for the earth to hear me naming my loss."
Tania De Rozario, A Hundred Ways To Say Your Name (via atomiclanterns)
