i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like is she okay
“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak,
and then suck my ex-girlfriends name out of my mouth
just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I want you to come to me like an afternoon.
Come to me slowly as if you were a broken sunset
with a lazy sky on your shoulders.
If you let me be your sunlight,
I promise that I will penetrate your darkness
until you speak in angel wings.
Pull me close to you.
Tell me that you love me
and then scratch your future into my back
so I could be everything that you live for.
I promise that I will die for you daily
and then resurrect in your screams.
I promise that I will love you.
I promise that I will love you as if it’s the only thing
that I’ve ever done correctly.”—Rudy Francisco / Love Poem (via incavato)
Shout out to all the closeted LGBT people who have to return to unsafe family environments this season. Remember that there is nothing wrong with you and that no, you are not a hypocrite for loving the people who raised you despite the things they have done to hurt you. Above all remember that you will always have friends who support you even if your family does not.
In social issues class today our professor held up a black book and was like “this book is red” and we were all “no” and he said “yes it is” and we were just all “that’s not right” and he turned it around and the back cover was red and he said “Don’t tell somebody they’re wrong until you’ve seen things from their point of view”
What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.