My arms are pale as fuck but IDGAF. This is me enjoying summer. <3
Contortionist
I want you to know it isn’t your fault,
And that I got so far because of you,
But now I swing from side to side and
I lose all sight of who I was with you.
The gravity pulls and I can’t stop now,
So I just let myself fall down, and down,
And while I still see your face at the top of the hole,
I can’t reach high enough to take hold.
I’m a hard case to handle and my bones are broken,
But the time for me to mend has finally come,
I hope you come too,
I don’t want to lose you.
I spoke with ghosts and tended the dead,
and I finally feel alive again,
Up is down and down is up
but I want to be where I’ve been.
Don’t cry for me or lie for me,
Just know that I adore you,
And when I sit alone beneath the stars,
You’re the one that I look forward to.
Don’t cry for me,
Don’t lie for me,
Just know that I adore you.
Wanderlust
Dreams of counting the stars in all four corners of the country. Dreams of singing with a total stranger. He had dreams, he said, of hunting ghosts in New Orleans and skinnydipping in Florida. He wanted real Kentucky fried chicken, and he wanted to play his first hand of Las Vegas Poker. He wanted to be free, he said.
But he was trapped and caged, but only by the bars of self-restraint.
how do u mute ur parents
actually doing what they tell you to do
thank u 2young2care-yolo
you’re like a wild pigeon caught between someone’s hands and you’re flapping and flapping your dumb little wings, no regards to who you could hurt or what you could do. you’re just flapping your little wings as hard as you can.
you want to fly free so bad but you don’t know that we can’t send a pigeon out in the desert. theres no water, no trees, no life here. just wait, please, we’re trying to save you, not cage you. but the more we try and protect you the more you flap, the more you squawk, the more you scratch and claw. please just listen. but you don’t. and you never will.
one day you’re going to tire out. and if you don’t you’ll get loose and you’ll burn in the heat of a desert sun. i wish i could still love you, little pigeon but my hands are covered in nicks and cuts. i can’t trust you anymore. you used to be the most beautiful bird i’d ever seen. and now i can’t even look at you.
when you finally fly free you’re going to miss those loving hands that held you. but we’ll all be long gone by then. we can’t just wait around for you to come flying back to us. we have better things to do. maybe you won’t see it today, or even tomorrow or even next week. but you’re going to see it. we all see it.
i love you little bird. but i’m clipping my wings now. i won’t fly with you any longer.
Don’t ever trust someone who tells you they’ll be there forever. They won’t.
