You’re cuddled up on my chest,
in and out of sleep.
I am restless from the way you hold my fingers while you dream.
Devil’s heart in an angel’s bed.
You will break me so beautifully
and I will let you so effortlessly.
She smiles at me and there’s
light shed on all the cracks in me.
I don’t mind if she sees through me.
Nothing is the same after you
feel a person sleep against you.
Every bed is 98.6 degrees colder than it should be.
Your body becomes restless when hers is missing from your arms.
Dreaming is always better with eyes [hearts] wide open.
But I fear you feel your bed seems perfectly warm and the sheets
around your shoulders hold
you better than I ever could.
“You did not love me,
You just loved the fact that I was here for you.
You loved the attention I gave you,
You loved the fact that I would drop anything for you.
You did not love me, but god,
I loved you.”—
“One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.”—(via paradisiokid)
i just really hope all of you find someone who is really cool that you can love and have sex with and all that shit but you can also talk politics and about evolution. someone you don’t cling to at parties but you nonchalantly grab their ass when you walk by them in the crowd and someone you reach for at 2am in between dreams to cuddle.
“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote that my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”—Jackson Pollock (via mihaicotiga)