|17th May 2013✧12:4231 notes
You want to know if we can still be friends
when we never were
I never wanted to be your
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she made her way down the street
purposeful steps past strangers.
her sole left marks on the pavement
her soul left marks on the pavement.
all is beautiful ♡
|12th May 2013✧15:50316 notes|
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“It’s about time I was leaving. I should probably go. I would love for limbs to stay close-hinged, woven round like helixes with you as the axis, but I keep asking myself if I’m all in. And if the answer is yes, then the last place I should be is this close to that chest, because I’m not ready to be done with this yet.
And everytime I dose off, I dream up the sound of future’s ominous knock. I fear for pending memories that haven’t been clocked knowing this feeling only cares where you’re going, and not where you’ve been, but my past indiscretions are pushing their way in—through cracks in these floorboards and gaps in the frames. And I’m afraid.
Because a structure so simple is becoming complex, not dissimilar to our silhouettes entangled on this bed. No longer a chase as bodies lock and engage and I keep telling myself that everything beautiful doesn’t end the same way.
And while that may be true between lovers and friends, it might not end in blood, but it always ends.”