Look at you. You’re young….
“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”
(Source: alovefromabove, via allgrownupish)
(Source: iraffiruse)
Red Light by Gabriel Gadfly
You said you wanted
me to come over,
and even though it
was nearly midnight,
I agreed.
I hit every red light
between here and
your house: start
stop wait and wait
and wait and start
just to stop and wait
again, stuck listening to
weight-loss infomercials,
right-wing talk radio,
that god-awful jingle
for the lawyer that
tries to sound like
a wild-west cowboy.
Idling under these red
cyclops eyes, I wanted
to tell you that this had
to stop, that I was going
home, that I’d see you
tomorrow, maybe,
but I finished the drive
and remembered why:
the red scent of your hair;
your lips against my neck,
saying,
“I’m glad you’re here.
I’m so glad you’re here.”
I had that dream again..
the same dream I always do about you. although it’s been years now since I’ve dreamt it. I’ve done all I could to never think of you. even though everything I am today is all thanks to everything of you. but what can you do? all your evil, all the pain, time cannot erase but I can. this is the first I’ve dreamt of you in a long time, and I hope even longer before I do again. maybe I will be less terrified. maybe, in a long enough time, I’ll forget you altogether. that would be amazing.
but until then, it’s okay that I had that dream again. it reminded me of what I never want to feel again. and where I’ve traveled on this life’s road. I will not travel back, but beyond. he may have defined me then but he sure as hell doesn’t define me now.
Yannis Philippakis
“With dark features that do dark things. Something that struck fury in our heads, like a ghost whispering to come to bed. He chewed his nails and tilted his eyes. Out of awe and fear, a smile came out. The same smile used to peer out the window at a car crash, or watch lightning hit a house nearby. Bright lights and serious consequences.”
(Source: iraffiruse)
(Source: iraffiruse)
