Never wrestle with a pig. In the end you will both end up dirty, but the pig will enjoy it.

Apples

jm-barraza:

He has an apple in his throat,

while she has apples in her cheeks.
 

And just as she blushed when they met,

he looks flushed as she leaves.

you know what?
I’m done with you.
fuck.
you.
it wasn’t meant to happen
and now I guess I don’t want it to.
my head is clear and so is my heart,
so here is the final thud of my drum
and a beautiful album to celebrate my third initiation of freedom

kiss my fucking ass

edit:

its always been true until proven false

i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt

oh i believe you mean well

i sure hope that _______

its always been true until proven false
but you can’t prove true false.

amazing how easy it was to close my eyes and drop shutters on my gazes, slitting out the dumb, the irrational, but mostly just the plain old dumb

thinking it was all right.

that it was all true.

but i’ll admit, there is still something special about you,

but i don’t care anymore.

i just

don’t

care.

(finally free)

(Source: Spotify)

no one ever talks about the morning after

no one ever mentions the crusty mascara, the powdery foundation that grows veins running infinite miles across the horizon that is ones cheek
no one talks about the blurred lines smudged lips that mark impressions but hold no boundaries
much like last night.
impressions
with no boundaries.

no one ever talks about the morning after

I guess its probably the mild amnesia that comes with a good nights sleep
because you always sleep well after nights like these

the bright lights and swatch of red have all been turned over and painted in countless metaphors and analogies, poems and prose
deja vu to those who don’t even know it-
but what about the morning after?

when you catch yourself staring back at your sunny side ups
when the air still rings in the distance from the screeching hum of last night
and you see double
an overlay of excitement on top of the foggy morning

the mornings after are always hazy
hazy with memory
hazy with excitement gone cold in the styrofoam take out container that has a gracious “Have a nice day!” stamped on top staring back at you with its blank white expression,
mocking you
imploring you
prodding you
to accept that fact that it is the next day
and that in fact
you had a nice night
but it is now the next day-

the morning after.

jtotheizzoe:

I have a feeling that silk scarves printed with NASA satellite and Hubble images are a thing that some of you might need, in a “shut up and take my money” way.

Check ‘em out at Slow Factory.

there is so much going through my mind right now

I hope to find time to write them all out

until then,

wish me luck.

a frosty glass
like her frosty words

clinked

like the ice cube in a of tumbler of single malt whiskey

whiskey,
her eyes blazed,
burned and crackled with the intensity of passion 

(might continue)

today i watched my recorded episode of the premiere of the final season of mad men

i feel the end coming

its coming

and i need to prepare myself

(Source: sweetwonderbook)