I Miss The Sound Of Your Voice

(felt like writing shitty poetry today)

Meeting him again

And now I'm in the woods

The sun is burning my cheeks

I feel your presence

You're a shadow, you're a tree.

You are everything there

But you are also nothing

I feel your presence

And I'm there, barefooted and running.

So much time have passed

And I still miss you, till this day

I feel your presence

Maybe I found peace.

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

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

Till death, we do art.

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favourite colour(s): black

current read: the battle of the labyrinth (percy jackson)

last song: i wanna be your slave - maneskin

last movie: tom & jerry (haha)

last series: criminal minds

sweet, sour or savoury: sweet

craving: hugs from my friends

tea or coffee: coffee <33

currently working on: some poems

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the sheer intimacy of getting a used book, seeing a stranger’s annotations on it, and feeling so utterly connected to someone you’ve never met >>>>>>>

just some of the the changes in design for the Penguin Symbol on old Penguin Paperbacks 

I think I understand why you call yourself Atlas now.

You don't have to be a man to be so stony-faced,

Muscles frozen from a backhand's winter wind.

The weight of the world isn't so heavy, you tell me,

It's all you've ever carried, your back broken in a bow.

Do you bow to an audience, stony-faced girl?

Is it their mistaken applause you crave,

Or do you bow because it's all you know?

You're a beautiful performer, Atlas. That's clear to me,

You dance so gracefully across this shattered stage.

I hear you tell yourself the ringing in your ears

Was just the echo of an orchestra,

A symphony of shouts in minor key.

Don't you bow to this world, performer.

Bite the backhand with a smile.

Disobey this heartless world you know.

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“Im hangry” the hell is that.

I pour my thoughts out of the window

(I don't need them anymore)

It drips on the roses of my garden

I watch their petals darken