Yesterday night
I only went out for a drink
after lying on the floor of a dance school until midnight.
Somehow
I ended up at some rich kid's house
smoking weed with his friends as the sun came up,
his fiery girlfriend sleeping on the balcony couch.
N slept in the arms of an italian,
and I went inside intoxicated,
frustrated by his silence,
the lack of his hands on my skin,
for all the wrong reasons.
I laid down on the couch
and sank inside myself
until staying there was unbearable.
It's amazing how different drunk can feel from moment to moment.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήEm
Tightrope to the Sun
you are writing my favourite movies i haven't seen yet
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήEverything becomes unbearable in the long run. To me that's comforting.
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♥
I had the same thing the other night.xx
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήdreaming is believing