(via third-eyenavigator)
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me.
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. And try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
i hate math tests because all throughout the chapter it’s like really easy shit and then you think you’ve got it and then the test is like
if i throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind resistance is a thing that exists, how many cupcakes can pedro buy with one human soul
I’ve never seen a more accurate post explaining math tests
(via madelineslost)
Why is life so hard, Tumblr?
3 weeks ago on April 25, 2013 at 09:47am
In geometry
I learned to calculate
the angle of depression
or so I thought
because try as I might
I could not figure out
what was in your bones that night
what made you stand
on the balcony ledge
barefoot
for an hour, seventeen minutes, thirty seconds
I could not figure out
what otherwordly force
made you grip the kitchen knife so hard
I swore I could hear your spine crack
I could not comprehend
the love that erupted within me when
I fell asleep clutching
your father’s gun
just to keep it from reaching
your loving embrace
I am studying molecular physics now
and you are still on the balcony ledge
and still
I cannot comprehend
I think it’s because
you’re too goddamn obtuse.
drugtopia
i don't always act my age. i cant go a day without listening to music. i'm always smiling, and i laugh more than i breathe. i wish i could fly. i dont like people that much, but only because all the people i've ever met have been fake. theres only a selected few who i truly care about. my mommy is my best friend. i'm a huge pushover at times, i tend to care about others a lot more than myself. im the worst at making decisions. im far from perfect, and ive made nothing but mistakes the past year. i'm glad im finally graduating, i cant wait to get far away from the small crappy town i live in. i'm simple, juss get @ me.
pedo's creepin'.
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