I have moved on. You took everything. The stars don't remember our dance, the flowers have withered away, my hand no longer recognizes your face, i've embraced the emptiness of my bed, the wind no longer wishpers your name. That's how i know i moved on from you.
Real
So iconic that they took real life historical homophobe bill masters and they were like…he’s way ahead of his time in being against conversion therapy, his best friend in the world is a closeted gay man, his only other friend is a lesbian sex worker, his publisher is also gay, his receptionist is also gay, he’s so jazzed to start a study on gay sex at his clinic, he wants to know if bisexuality is real <3 peace and love on planet earth this is what I want from my prestige tv
late nights, journals filled with tears, us on the balcony talking while time passes, while we're waiting for our death, while we're waiting for the next eclipse, while life drains out of us in a gigantic sandglass, somewhere on the beautifull street of our lives there is a tree with our names carved on it <33
You are everything. That's why i can't move on. The moon knows our story, the stars have watched us dance, the flowers were inspired by your beauty, the wind wishpers your name, my hand remembers the curves of your face, my ears remember your voice, my bed remembers your figure. That's why i can't move on from you.
No one knows me like the stars. No one saw me cry like them, no one saw the smoke leave my lips, no one listened to me like they did. The stars tho so far away love me, and they burn bright to show me that
since i first saw you, life was never the same. What i thought was ugly, became beautiful, my heart aches for poetry, my life is hooked on you. my heart's confused. I would rearange the stars if it ment you loving me. But you're like sugar, i know you're bad but i cannot let you go.
my chlotes are dirty, my eyeliner is messy, my hair a dark void, my eyes are empty, my life an open book and i think this is the worst chapter