I'm Crystal. I'm a dreamer. Real eyes, Realize, Real lies.
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.
when you can’t draw anything but eyes
when u accidently type me instead of my
accidentally typing “yeha” instead of “yeah”
If your looking for a sign not to kill yourself, this is it.
Please, don’t kill yourself, because there are people in this world who care about you, who will do anything for you, and they might not look like they care, but they do. They really do. You might think: “They’ll care when I’m dead”……
My love for you is hidden away in places that nobody can touch.
Lawyers, bankers, doctors, and left wing bohemians will spend their whole life searching for lips as rare and fragile as yours; for hands, so vulnerable, that they may teach — a brute like myself — all the intricacies of a woman’s heart.
But tonight, the room echoes with memories of loud love and careless smiles. I step outside, to go over the different phases of the moon — as you taught me, and I hear your voice in the dark waters of the sky.
You fill the silence.
You fit in what’s missing.
There’s a place for you in my soul that cannot be destroy and nothing can be done about it. They can riot. They can scream. They can bring the whole damn Roman army and three nuclear bombs. It won’t matter.
My love for you will be waiting in a distant star, where we’ll meet again in different form, and continue our endless journey as soulmates.