Do You Ever Just Think Massimo Staying Up Late The Night Before The Competition Making This To Cheer

how is there so much going on inside of my head but aIso literally nothing

DAMIANO DAVID Ronquières Festival

To be in love with the night sky

To figure out its ways

Where each constellation starts

And where the Milky-way lays

Telling Cassiopeia she is pretty

Because you know she wanted to hear it

Trusting her with your pain and screams

And telling her your dreams.

To know the phases of the Moon by heart

To shiver at your window on a cold night

Because you had to say goodbye to Mars

Than having your dreams guarded by the stars.

- February 27, 1922

- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: "February 27. Slept badly in the afternoon; everything is changed; my misery pressing me hard again." End ID]

if wired earphones have a million fans i am one of them. if wired earphones have ten fans i am one of then. if wired earphones have one fan i am that fan. so on and so forth i can’t remember the rest of this meme

alright besties here’s some of my poetry lol

you’re crimson shades of strawberry blue

hue so true I’m unable to pursue,

deluge slowly slipping down my soft spine

you’re more fine than divine deep red wine

smear my lipstick please my darling, oh doll

mumble prose, make me teeny tiny tall

I’m no longer afraid of my own downfall

no longer as stuffed as a vacant hall

cigarette butts you forgot to put out

I’m rough raw edges, why don’t you doubt?

the hem of your dress, I’m coming undone

if I can’t adore you then what can be done?

you’re venus’ envy and mercury’s lover

it’s best we can’t kiss, I’d no longer recover

unfit for your praises that I won’t refuse

I’m unworthy of thinking of you as my muse

tumblr banning the #girl and #weed... huge loss for the three weed smoking girlfriends industry

I miss the sound of your voice

I crave it, so I can fill the void

That lies in the middle of my chest

Open for any temporary guests.

ok but life is too short to even really care. i am embracing shamelessness until shame does not exist in my dictionary at all

hades explaining that he’s the god of the dead, not the god of death