"I give myself five days to forget you.
On the first day I rust.
On the second I wilt.
On the third day I sit with friends but I think about your tongue.
I clean my room on the fourth day. I clean my body on the fourth day.
I try to replace your scent on the fourth day.
The fifth day, I adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.
A wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold.
The midas of cheap metal.
Tinsel in the middle of summer.
Crevice glitter, two days after the party.
I glow the way unwanted things do,
a neon sign that reads:
Come, I still taste like someone else’s mouth."
- Warsan Shire, “Residue” (via fleurishes)
"i dont like short hair on girls" yeah well i dont like short dicks on guys but here u are
(Source: lunaey, via blvck-champagne)
"Sleep heavily and know that I am here with you. The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first, and settles in as the gentle present. This now, this us, we can cope with that. We can do this together you and I."
- Welcome to Night Vale (via theunquotables)
Your party mustn’t be very good if you have to snapchat me all of it
(Source: telapathetic, via uppreciate)