do you remember the headlights on our bodies as we walked the night
“i don’t want a full house
at the winter garden theatre.
i want ninety people who just came out
of the worst rainstorm in history.
these are people
who are alive
on the planet
until they dry off.
i wish i had a theatre
that was only open
when it rained.”
“i’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe
attack ships on fire off the shoulder of orion
i watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the tannhäuser gate
all those moments
will be lost
in time
like tears in the rain”
in high school you think it’s so miserable how everything matters. boys who won’t notice you, homework, school dances, how exhausting it is trying to be noticed, how sad it is to be alone, who said what and who wore what and do they have opinions about me the way I have opinions about them? Is it better to live on the peripheral where I don’t have to put forth the effort and be vulnerable, or is it worth the risk to take chances, to fuck up, to exchange moments with someone that may or may not change me? I’d rather read books and write things in notebooks than go to your parties, does that mean I’ll never meet anyone substantial because I’m not trying? I want to go to your parties but all I know how to do is read books and write things in notebooks and I don’t want to compromise.
(Source: ashliwood, via brightkind)
i’m just so glad that i don’t have to hide. not from the boy that haunts my every move or the girl who wants to own my soul and mind and body. i am free from them and free from he and she but i will never be free from me
it’s hard to explain—this feeling, like candy, like. like the taste of my favourite chocolate. it’s bitter at the beginning but oh so sweet by the end. it melts on my tongue and it curls like puffs of smoke in the dark air and it hurts but it’s just so good. because i want to let it go— really, i do— but i don’t. i’m empty. so, so empty.
i’m a goner. you’re never ever gonna find me. believe me, i’m a goner it’s too late for me.
I feel
everything.
