i'm a
strange lipstick color, i'm the shimmer in cheap shampoo,
i'm a shoplifted beauty product, i'm eyeliner on the back
of a hand, i'm a blue finger from a cheap ring, i'm
glitter you can't get off your skin, i'm beautiful in the
most disgusting ways and i'm never going to
die
concept:
i'm laying on your lap. you're playing with my hair.
quilts and sweaters keep us warm. you're happy. i'm not
anxious or sad. everything is okay.
do you guys
realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can
just go ahead and delete your blog, stop eating meat, shave your
head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them
so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly
like why don't we do that
i. if love is desirable why do we compare
it to falling? (make reference to icarus, and the color of his
eyes in the sun)
ii. on a scale of one to ten how messy is your bedroom right now?
(compare this to the past, and the way he makes you feel at 2
am)
iii. why do you write poetry? (mention the way he tilts his head
when he laughs, and how he moves his hands when he talks)
iv. why are you awake? (he fúcks up your head and he
fúcks up your heart and he
fúcks up your sleeping pattern and
he doesn't even know, he doesn't even
know)
"we have calcium in our bones, iron
in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93
percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are lal just
stars that have people names."
"she is under no obligation to look
beautiful to you. she is already beautiful, her smile already
breaks hearts, her eyes already shine brighter than stars, her
soul already burns with passion and the intensity of a thousand
forest fires, and her heart already blazes like a comet. but you
are looking at her so superficially, you just can't see
it."