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hold my hand, i am afraid; please pray for me when i am away.
free from your past, free of your future too; there's nothing left to rise above but you.
and i'll never have any children, i would bear them and confuse them, my children; and i'm not at all afraid of changing, but i don't know what good it would do me.
but i got my fingers laced together and i made a little prison and i'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me.
i love you but i’m lost between the pain and cost; i hold myself alive, i love you but i’m lost, i love that there's no cross.
i make a living telling people what they want to hear; it's not a killing, but it's enough to keep the cobwebs clear.
if you must wait, wait for them here in my arms as i shake; if you must weep, do it right here in my bed as i sleep.
miss you terribly already, miss the space between your eyelids, where i'd stare through awkward sentences and void through awkward silence.
we'll play charades up in the chelsea, drink champagne, although you shouldn't be; we'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep.
oh, no, i see a darkness; did you know how much i love you? there's a hope that somehow you can save me from this darkness.
my brother just married a two-headed lady. is she pretty you ask? well, yes and no.
i never get bored of brainstorming reasons i adore you.
we're laughing at the future and we cry 'bout the past; i'm holding on forever but how long will forever last? without you my life would be boring.
love will save you from the corruption of your lazy-minded soul, and love will save you from your selfish and distorted goals; but it won't save me.
through sleet and snow and storm and hail, through every degradation and betrayal, past rhyme and reason and beyond the pale; darling, i will love you till the bitter end and all the bitter moments till then.
i'm right here, i'm your star crossed lover, i lie here like a starless lover, i'll die here as your phantom lover; i never learn.
he gave me a dollar, a blood-soaked dollar; i cannot get the spot out but it's okay, it still works in the store.
best, finest surgeon, come cut me open.
"she was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be."
and when you call me on the telephone my fingers will twist through the cord, and i'll slide my feet up and down the wall, but i know that i'm stronger than you are.
all i could pray for is that you'd please wait for me until i am a master of art, until I have learned everything.
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