I can’t believe it’s gus
[nickis verse begins]
and you don’t know how to stop them,
don’t know if they belong to a killer or a lover,
or if there’s even a difference anymore.
His shadow dances with yours
in the streetlights;
your darkness has found a kindred spirit,
but you are still trying
to take the fear from his mouth.
Demons and angels are at war inside of him,
and you swear to love every single one,
swear to love him wicked,
swear to love him holy.
He is licking prayers
he stopped believing
into your mouth;
if you thought kissing him
would save him,
you were dead wrong.
every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters
sometimes my emotion is just the word “fuckign”
Mom… dad… I’m moving out
take if before i realize i posted it omg
- me to all my friends: YOU CAN DO IT. YOU MAKE YOUR OWN LIFE. LET'S DO THIS TOGETHER. COME ON!!!
- me to myself: you fucking piece of shit you will amount to nothing nothing is worth it your feelings are irrational go sleep for 22 hours