"I’m nervous right now. I know it doesn’t seem like I am…"
I always feel this way initially….to see someone like him admit it makes me feel 1000 times better about it!!
exactly! That’s why I love his ‘sex tape’ scenes on his site, he’s always so freaking awkward lol, like asking girls what kind of cheese they like and of course he talks about his cats nonstop. And then he’s like…I’m trying to seduce you fyi let’s make out and then he turns into a sex god. it’s pretty adorable/sexy as hell
"The fear of falling apart. Truth be told, I never was yours. The fear, the fear of falling apart.."
are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body.
You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she
will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes
that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back
to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.
I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me
You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.
You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.
But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.
and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
|—||Clementine von Radics (via volatilebodies)|
"Today in class the teacher asked the question, ‘Is it better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved at all?’ I said, ‘to have loved and lost’ and you said, ‘to have never loved at all.’ I looked at you and you looked at me, and thats when I knew you never loved me at all.
#25 in my “School Series” this was written at least a year ago while I was going through bad things in school (248/365)
this just tore my heart out
why is destruction so beautiful
because nature is taking itself back
Brazilian model Alexandre Cunha was paired with a three-year-old moptop to showcase Smalto’s matching child-sized and adult tuxedos. Unfortunately, while the pressure of performing didn’t faze the buff Brazilian, his partner broke down in tears as they were striding the catwalk:
Once, I was supposed to close a show with a 3-year-old kid and we both had matching outfits. During rehearsal, everything went as planned, but on the day of the show he started crying halfway down the runway, so in my head I thought, “What am I supposed to do?!” I ended up picking him up and I carried him to the end of the runway.
Death and I convene in the back of a bar. He presses an unlit cigarette to my lips and says, “You’re not going to get with me any quicker unless you inhale.” He’s a tease, that Death. I taste the end when his bones clink against mine. He’s pleased with how I flatter him-hanging out in smoky rooms at three in the afternoon, drinking beer for breakfast, letting lace hang between my white thighs as I wink at the walls. At sunset, he invites me into his carriage and says, “The day is being murdered, its blood runs red across the sky. Each second is gone, killed by my tongue. Look, another and another!”
He is proud of the ones he’s touched. He recites their names like a poem to show me that I will inevitably end up at home with him. Oh, how he laughs when I argue that I am invincible! He lets me have my fun and rush into the waves, because he likes that I tease them to take me, while believing that my thighs can endure their cold slaps.
Death has taught me one thing: when someone is gone, we try to simplify them into one word. Emily Dickinson-writer. John Wayne Gacy Jr.-serial killer. Death-the overseer of it all. Since my birth was a death sentence, am I nothing but a corpse who is living for an uncertain amount of time before meeting my inevitable fate?
Oh Death, he’s taken such an interest in me. One day, leaning against a cobwebbed slot machine, he says, “Keep going with that whiskey. Oh that’s good, keep the knife close. Yes, yes, stay in bed. You don’t need a meal. You don’t need words. Stay silent, stay still, you’re with me when you practice dying.” He says he can taste himself on my lips when I eat nothing but coffee and half-finished poetry. But though he sometimes gets close to seducing me, I always shake him off, because I have taught him something, the greatest lesson of all: If all I have is time that is running out, I want to spend it living, not looking for a way out.