"I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each"
I did that. Even though it was 6 in the morn, your fav songs are Arcade Fire’s Joan Of Arc and Here Comes The Night Time, your parents divorced when you were 5, and you think there’s perhaps a teapot behind the Earth. You weirdo.
(Source: weheartit.com, via no-made)
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
I’m so tired of it. So fucking tired of it. Girls. Boys. People.
I wanna cry. Seriously. Why. Every fucking time. Why.
#en français dans le texte
La nuit sans toi est lourde, triste, autoritaire.
La nuit sans toi me casse les épaules et pose sur mes lèvres un voile infranchissable
Je peux me cogner, personne ne me touche
Alors je me cogne
Et mes chevilles soudain sont happées par le vide.
"We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’."