My name is Ana. I don't need you lurking here.
There is a string attached from the bottom of my torn sole which travels infinitties to my heart. In a knot I drag behind your sweetness. Princess, my lover and old friend. My olivander poison flower, dying slowly in your surface. My face is still to the mud dragging behind the dirty sole of your shoe. Hide the oceans of the caribean slowly bleeding through these eyes. I’ve seen dangers and gods, but your departure is chunk of my life torn about.
I really forgot how good I was at reeling girls in. Even the prettiest girls. I said no to having a girlfriend but I never said anything about having two. cx 3.27.12
Holy shit, this is deja vu.
kfdjsljklsjlsjl♥ She’s perfect, she laughs at my stupid jokes, and omg I love talking to her. and I couldn’t sleep last night because I kept thinking about her. what the fucking flying fuck is going on. o.o
Biggest Touche. EVER.
(via fuckyealadispute)
For the longest time I shut my chances off. Now look at shit now. Too many opportunities. soo many girls. I’m so happy right now, I can honestly say I regret the last two years of my life. It was freedom that I lacked, I can’t ever be tied down. I do not belong to only one, nor two nor three. I’m not speaking of polygamy in sexual terms. But polygamy in the sense that I don’t want to miss out on a girl by being with another. Life is too short. foreveralone my ass. I’m too great.
(Finally I can dedicate this song. haha)
This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don’t.
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me.
I spent two weeks in Silver lake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks,
And she was beautiful but she didn’t mean a thing to me.
Yeah, she was beautiful but she didn’t mean a thing to me.
I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking,
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling
All the playful misspellings
and every bite I gave you left a mark
Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn’t want to fade
But they did, and so did I that day
All I see are dark Grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you ask “Is something wrong?”
I think “You’re damn right there is but we can’t talk about it now.
No, we can’t talk about it now.”
So one last touch and then you’ll go
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
and you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
yeah you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me
