He is brown hair and brown eyes.
The invisible hand that
feeds my insatiable mouth.
We say we want to fuck each other
but I can tell he is unsure if
he wants us to become an
ungodly church made of
snarling prayers.
He has seen how my mouth
can be full of cobblestone
to his softness.
How this smile
has become a trapdoor
trying to make him accidentally
feel something for me.
Oh, how much I want to
be his favorite mistake.

K. Wagner (via th3gr0wnupchild)

I drown my thoughts in songs louder than the voices in my head.

Jenn Satsune (via ohsatsune)

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pls-and-thank:

I am heaven sent,

Don’t you dare forget.
I am all you’ve ever wanted,
What all the other boys all promised.
Sorry I told. I just needed you to know.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems,
Shelter from cold. we are never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me whats it like to have
Myself so figured out.
I wish I knew..

gothiccharmschool:

House on Haunted Hill 1959

Rumors that the StuntHusband and I recreate this scene on a regular basis are … not true at all. Nope. 

::rattles cocktail shaker menacingly::

(Source: bunnyhepburn)