(via whatdoesthisdont)
my mom just told me life is magic
i really want to kiss a girl right now
new (day old) tatt, a little scabby but pretty
‘Push Hotel’, NYC
i kind of hate sunglasses.
i mean, sometimes i wish i wore them, because the sun can get painfully bright. but mostly, i hate them.
when i’m wearing sunglasses, i feel disconnected from everything that happens. every conversation i have, everything i see, seems so distant and imaginary. i feel like i’m no longer living in my right body. and the worst part is that i don’t even notice until i take them off - even just for a second. i realize that i’ve been missing out on the beauty of clear reality.
sometimes the sun is bright, but if we can’t grow up and deal with natural changes, we will just keep prohibiting ourselves from seeing the beauty and clarity of our surroundings.
i also hate when you, or anyone for that matter, wears sunglasses. i want us to connect. when i’m with you i want to look at your eyes, observe how they move, notice the little twitches they make when you react to things. but when you’re hiding behind shades, i can’t see any of that.
so yeah, i hate sunglasses.
the moon is full and bright tonight.
it’s like a streetlight way way above the city.
it’s shining in through my bedroom window, spilling over my ruffled bedsheets.
it’s thick and creamy.
when i saw it, as soon as i turned out the lights, i thought of you. i thought of how the light from the moon could represent my love shining down on you, through your bedroom window. i thought of how even though you’re not here, and even though the moon is different where you are, we’re still under the same moon.
maybe you’ll see the light from the moon too. maybe you’ll see it and you’ll think of me.
to be honest, i hope you do think of me.
all knowledge and strength has been stripped from my soul. i am in the midst of a new beginning; a fresh start. i come to you a completely new and reborn being. this is me at my most pure and absolute self.
i hope you like me as i like you.
