Part 2// Should I Laugh? At The Joke My Life Has Become, Or Should I Cry? For All The Times I Wished

Part 2// Should I laugh? At the joke my life has become, Or should I cry? For all the times I wished you were back. ~ A.G.

Don’t wish them back, hon. They’re not worth it.

“I’ve swallowed sandpaper

and it’s scouring my throat

of anything I’ve confessed

in bad faith; etching templates

of prayers as repentance.”

   -EL

Love is a paradox in itself.

EL (via duherica)

“It’s the middle of the night

and I’m topless

and paranoid as my mind

begins to wander more

than your profane hands

on my flesh. You forage

for a light source

to swathe yourself

from the ominous nightfall

since you’re afraid

of the dark, but darling

try to understand,

it’s my solace.”

   -EL

yo would you ever get a piercing?

Definitely. I want a handful. My friend and I were actually talking about piercings last night! Haha

Would I Ever/Rather

To glide with lips along the chest and greet with tongue beneath or brief my soul to recollect or else be bound with grief. For such your eyes reflect within a craving held by fear, of fingers tracing castle walls within a heart so dear.

I’m speechless. How. This is beyond beautiful. You have me smiling like an idiot lol