cruelcutie
Seeing your face doesn’t hurt as much anymore and now I can fall asleep without hearing every single word you’ve ever said to me playing over and over in my head, but sometimes I still think about that one time we got lost in the city and we were so high that we didn’t care what happened to us and then you kissed me and I felt more alive than I ever have before. And I still think about how we’d fall asleep holding hands and when the sunlight starting peeking through your curtains in the morning our hands were still intertwined. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t think I miss you anymore, but at the same time, I’m pretty sure I’ll miss you for the rest of my life.
I can’t even remember who I was before I met you (via cruelcutie)
cruelcutie
Smoke filled mouths lit by the moonlight, laughing
about life and all the bullshit that comes with it.
Eyes as bright as the stars in the sky, I finally feel
like I can see. Alcohol is coursing through our veins
and all of a sudden we’re flying. We’re flying, we’re
flying, we’re flying oh fuck we can’t come down.
This is what life’s all about, isn’t it?
High on ecstasy and your smile (via cruelcutie)
cruelcutie
The way you kiss me makes me feel dizzier
than any amount of alcohol ever could. When
your eyes meet mine, I feel like I took one too
many hits, and all of a sudden I can’t breathe.
All the ecstasy in the world can’t compare to
hearing you say my name. Even on cocaine,
my heart doesn’t beat as fast as it does when
I’m around you. When you tell me you love me,
I see stars, and I have to remind myself that
I’m not on LSD. Nothing, not even xanax or
heroin, can come close to the high you give me.
Drugs are nice, but I’d rather have you (via paiqey)
cruelcutie
I heard that if I ate acid I’d see god but
all that I keep seeing is the goodbye
text you sent me flashing on my screen.
My therapist asks me if I’ve been sleeping
better lately and I’m finding it hard to
explain that I almost always feel like I’m
asleep, like my whole life has been a dream.
The pills that I take in the morning make
me feel like I might be alright but my
thoughts are stained with the guilt i have
for saying that i hate your guts. I can’t help
but wonder if you think about me when the
sky turns purple and your thoughts turn gray,
because I know I think of you.
my mind is blank and my hands are bloody (via paiqey)
cruelcutie
You taught me that Sunday mornings were made for treating my lungs like a fireplace and my mouth like a chimney. You taught me to keep the fire burning until every word written in the bible turned foreign. You showed me how quickly you can hotbox a room full of people that just need something to believe in. You taught me that every woman has a spot on her for each of the ten commandments, “this is how you worship.” You taught me how to love men who spoke words worthy of god but had eyes spilling over with sin. You taught me how to rest my knees on hardwood floors every night to pray with empty hands and a full mouth. This is how you take shots of holy water. This is how to befriend the devil. This is how a man lays with another man while wearing his Sunday best. This is how you fall down a staircase to heaven. This is how to clip your wings. You taught me that all I needed to do in order to find divine revelation is drown myself in vodka. You taught me that heaven and hell are nothing more than dressing rooms sitting behind earth’s stage.
This is how you strip down to nothing or wrap yourself up in purity (via paiqey)
cruelcutie
You taught me that Sunday mornings were made for treating my lungs like a fireplace and my mouth like a chimney. You taught me to keep the fire burning until every word written in the bible turned foreign. You showed me how quickly you can hotbox a room full of people that just need something to believe in. You taught me that every woman has a spot on her for each of the ten commandments, “this is how you worship.” You taught me how to love men who spoke words worthy of god but had eyes spilling over with sin. You taught me how to rest my knees on hardwood floors every night to pray with empty hands and a full mouth. This is how you take shots of holy water. This is how to befriend the devil. This is how a man lays with another man while wearing his Sunday best. This is how you fall down a staircase to heaven. This is how to clip your wings. You taught me that all I needed to do in order to find divine revelation is drown myself in vodka. You taught me that heaven and hell are nothing more than dressing rooms sitting behind earth’s stage.
This is how you strip down to nothing or wrap yourself up in purity (via paiqey)