ophelia
on the night you swallowed the fireworks and promised to cough up constellations, i grabbed a spot on the hillside and gazed up in anticipation. i did not see your belly burst into flames. i did not hear disaster escape from your lips. but i felt the emptiness of the city lights shining brighter than the explosions racing toward us since before we were like them.
wrap me in your night sky and follow through this time. i am drunk on the blue black dripping down my throat. teach me to birth a galaxy.
• 3 June 2012 • 1 note
I’d like to buy an “o”, please. (Taken with Instagram at Middle Of Nowhere)
• 2 June 2012
Dad has this picture in his wallet. #rad #parents #love (Taken with instagram)
• 2 June 2012 • 1 note
“The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.”
— Oscar Wilde (via wewereemergencies)
(Source: rosythumbelina, via wewereemergencies)
• 2 June 2012 • 2,312 notes
Creeping on my parents as they wait for pizza. #love #truelove (Taken with instagram)
• 1 June 2012 • 2 notes
Future life experiences (Taken with instagram)
• 30 May 2012
i’m vain enough to know you weren’t talking about me and still think it was about me.
• 30 May 2012
One of the dozen or so strays that calls my parent’s place home. (Taken with Instagram at Middle Of Nowhere)
• 28 May 2012 • 2 notes
Sunrise at exit 1. Texas. (Taken with instagram)
• 28 May 2012 • 2 notes
In the words of jesus of nazareth… (Taken with Instagram at Love’s)
• 28 May 2012
