ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ

you’re in love with a boy who is a prayer on your lips with no god to go to. he’s bleeding sunlight and you’re trying to patch up the holes in his heart with trembling fingers and the blood keeps spilling. you’re in love with him, here’s the best part: he loves you more than his own life. he’s golden as they come but he’s bleeding out. one day, someone will strike a match on him and he’ll explode. so, here’s the worst part: he loves you so much more than his own life.

you’re in love with a boy who is a prayer on your lips with no god to go to. he’s bleeding sunlight and you’re trying to patch up the holes in his heart with trembling fingers and the blood keeps spilling. you’re in love with him, here’s the best part: he loves you more than his own life. he’s golden as they come but he’s bleeding out. one day, someone will strike a match on him and he’ll explode. so, here’s the worst part: he loves you so much more than his own life.

                          my dad always told me, “you have to pick your battles.”                                        well, i’m full of rage and i’m picking all of them.

Chris Evans photographed by Julie Dennis Brothers (2003)

Pretty sunlight on the train today