memento mori
A kiss. I saw the look in your eye
and I curse myself.
This was going to hurt.
Bulletproof, you can’t catch me.
For a second I pull away,
you draw me back, inescapable,
you draw me in, lift me up.
Escapism. I have no choice
but to continue. I’m right,
it hurts. Doubts disappear.
I find myself pining, words
spilling, mind brewing thoughts
I thought I could not think.
I imagine hearing you whisper that
you love me. World crumbles,
too afraid before to know what I knew.
Too afraid to stay, run before
I’m in too deep. Whispers of
I love you. Realisation hits,
uhoh, you caught me.
the world overwhelms me
falling in and out of love like there’s nothing to lose, scared of losing everything because i’m leaving, leaving because i need to get out, move on, brush off. you brushed me off and laughed me out and i landed feet first and walked away, you won’t catch me oh no. there’s faces here i don’t recognise and it’s getting too late to remember why i cared, it’s getting too late to remember who we are or why we came. the optimism is spinning me round and round and i’m inexplicably happy yet terrified of life.
the thought that there is nothing more than this brings me down
i see the laughter in the world and i realise
once you’ve gotten over being a melodramatic teenager, it really is rather simple to get on with life
entitled this catharsis and not feeling cathartic at all
900
TEN THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF NINE THINGS YOU’VE THOUGHT ABOUT RECENTLY EIGHT WAYS TO WIN YOUR HEART SEVEN FAVORITE SONGS YOU’VE HAD. SIX THINGS TO DO BEFORE YOU GO TO BED. FIVE THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY TO FIVE DIFFERENT PEOPLE RIGHT THIS VERY MOMENT. FOUR THINGS YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW. THREE THINGS YOU’RE SCARED OF TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE ONE CONFESSION
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SAIM, old tobacco mill. photo gaetano paraggio. Picciola, Pontecagnano, Salerno, Italy
tumblr is stupid, goodbye for now.
slightly concerned about falling for the best friend, oh no. i’m feeling sad, my college life is completely over on wednesday and people are already leaving. becky’s gone and finn’s going next week. my brothers flight is in a few hours, i don’t know where the time’s gone. ahhhhh fuck.