the dead kid in me

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her, you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.

The night sits wherever you are. Your night is of lilac. Every now and then a gesture escapes from the beam of your dimples, breaks the wineglass and lights up the starlight.

-yearning to rot in the woods

mom: don't talk to strangers

strangers:

Paterson <3

And when you appear

All the rivers sound

In my body, bells

Shake the sky,

And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,

Only you and I, my love,

Listen to it.”

what's your love language?

for once - i want to lie down in a sunflower field is it too much to ask for?

i like it

- taste of cherry

can't they stay?