21:44 (예뻤어)
I still think of you sometimes
Should I call you up?
I thought about it for a while but
Baby I know it’s already over
If God made anything better, he kept it for himself
21:44 (예뻤어)
I still think of you sometimes
Should I call you up?
I thought about it for a while but
Baby I know it’s already over
So tell me which way to go
I was fine. I just wanted to see you.
but sadness falls from your eyes.
today I hesitantly answer a question
I don’t even know the answer to
(via stuhhhdy)
(via ambiguities)
Take me, I am the drug.
- Salvador Dali
pretend what you hear is the singing of angels. you wish you could join in but you’ve swallowed the moon and it stains your throat with blood as you choke on it. you try to retrace the steps of your day in your brain, to understand what made you steal the moon from the sky and hide it in your mouth. nobody has to tell you the pain never ends; you already know. you have a head full of sins and hands covered in broken skin, and you think: I am the moving sea. I am the spaces in between the sea and the sky. I am the tear-stricken cloud. I am the dreams flying around in the sky. I am gone.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”