alonepsychopath

Hey guyss now that we are 22 (I know it is not that much but I still appreciate that) followers I wanted to talk with you about something.Write what you wanna talk about alright.

“There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering impression of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explodes and lights up the smoke from the ones before it." "That's a terrible word," I teased. "It's like an excuse for holding onto the past." "Well, I think it's beautiful. A word for remembering small moments destined to be lost.”

You say we’re just friends

The only way to support a revolution is to make your own.

Put the focus back on me, cut all negativity

I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad, perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.

My friends said you were a bad man

I will have a great big banana shit with extra fuckin' cherries all on top of it.

I want you but I don’t

Even after somebody dies, you can still keep learning about them.

Sunshine on the street at the parade

So, who you been calling baby?