only seventeen but she walks the streets so mean
: Kime : 17 : Apeirophobe : Lizard Enthusiast :



This commercial is amazing.

I work at an Under Armour store and we got to see this commercial way before they showed it on TV and everyone was speechless except one dude. He was all like “What the hell? Why the fuck would they make a ballet commercial? It’s not a sport.” My boss was quick to jump down his throat and said “Alright then get your ass on the floor and work on you tippy toes for the rest of your shift. If I fucking see you off them you will be the first of the temps to get cut!” He was on his tippy toes for the last hour and a half of his shift lol 


I kissed you first, at a stoplight,
the intersection of Jefferson & Hot Springs
turning left.
You were talking about music
your thick black hair curling around your ears,
wind blowing, cheeks pinked
your smile so real there could be
three-part documentaries produced on it.

Three hours after that we decided to be together forever
Six hours after that I fell asleep in your arms for the first time.

We fell together like a mudslide,
our bodies bruised, souls exhausted from the chaos,
we picked through the wreckage to find a foundation
harder than stone, than the most
dazzling diamond that could of existed.

You said,
“the most intimate thing is letting someone
touch your eyelids — the skin is so
thin & fragile.”
When you ran a thumb
just below my eyelid, I could feel chest
tilt on an axis and spin to you;
it wanted to feel all the rays your heart has to offer.

If you peel back my lips you can find
insecurities stuffed between molars & incisors.
Circled around clocks, calendars
like the phrase “three months” should carry
more weight than the way we
reach for each other between dreams.

You’re foolish to believe in
Love at First Sight.
You’re foolish to not believe in
That Spark.

I have seen 7300 hundred sunsets in my life
each more remarkable than the last,
and now the only one I care about are the two
sunken into your skull and
wrapped in your candyfloss eyelashes.

The truth is that I hide behind language like a
small child hides behind their mother’s legs.
The truth is the future is too blurry to touch.
The truth is, I’m scared.

But your heart is my diamond foundation.
Your limbs are my cedar-carved framework.
I’m standing at the edge of our bulletproof glass roof,
egging the world on —

"I’ll never let you go."
We’re storm proof.

I can duck behind shrubs of flowery language all I want
but the truth is,
I love you so much, my heart is going to explode.

How do you make carnage like that sound pretty?

I FELT NOTHING BUT CALM WHEN I LOOKED IN YOUR EYES by Julia Lathouris (via frustrational)


full time hoe online….very shy hoe irl


where i work we rent out a variety of buildings and to make a long story short i’m going to hell