navy blue

waiting for the stars to come out. rain boots. blankets wrapped around them. movies on the couch, but they hardly pay attention, the conversation is more interesting. the whistle of the wind. classical music for hours and hours. plaid shirts and jeans. wind blown hair. the smell of lavender. staring into the dark, wandering among their thoughts as they try to go to sleep. they are explorers, but of a new kind.

anxiety

disruptive thinking
it fuels the dysfunction,
invasive patterns.

venomous

“I don’t just want to fuck you”, he whispered. “I want to own you to your core. Then that will make fucking you, that much sweeter. I am going to show you just what pleasure is, watch you moan, and then break you. I will worship all of you, my hand around your throat, as I bathe you in beautiful screaming pain, then gently hold you and kiss your tears at the very end.”

approach

From the very beginning you are constantly being told to compare yourself with others. It’s a disease, like a cancer that goes on destroying your very soul because each individual is unique, and comparison is never possible. Fuck what society tells you. Fuck conformity. 

cold fiction

In order to be unattainable
you must first know
who the fuck you are.

taupe

soft shoes left at the door. the flicker of a lightbulb at midnight. coffee stains. pictures hung with pins on the wall, slowly becoming dusty, but they’ve always been there. a ticking watch. the musty smell of morning after a night of rain, and it may rain again, but the melancholy is too beautiful to wish away. they know how to let the rain come, and to love it when it does--to watch the light make patterns through the smudges on the windowpanes.

#504

Sins turn boys to men.
But men sin to remind themselves,
they were once young.

the senses

If you want to seduce my heart,
start with the eyes.
If you can’t get me to look at you,
move me with your words.
If I don’t listen, invite me to dance.

archives

there’s no one who will love you more furiously. a fire in a heart- bursting through the veins. darling, I gave you immortal life. sewed your soul to the page.

distinct contrast

He found me ravaged,
and gently tucked me
back into place.
That’s just how he is.
Unlike thieves who steal,
he saviors...

Spoonful of honey

My goal in life is to occupy an abandoned castle in the European countryside, keep a giant rose garden, only wear long flowing dresses, and become local folklore.

Unfamed

Sexy as hell,
enigmatic,
unpredictable,
which is to say,
the absolute best.
Untouchable.
Uncaring.
God Damn Yes.