my life is just one unattainable dark-haired guy after another
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do not fix your dark circles let the world know youre tired of its shit and ready to kill a man
girl: so u wanna fuck with the lights on or off bae?
me: *thinks about the electricity bill*
me: in the dark ;)
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
Catherine Breillat
girls go to the bathroom together because they have to perform hourly rituals to the dark lord satan. this is a fact
Let this be year of unbury. Year of excavate.
Brush off dirt, hold mouth to dry bone.
Let this be year of everything is touchable
with arms held out and fingers lost in dark.
Let this be year of welcome mat. Wipe your shoes,
biscuits are in the tin, come in, come in.
Year of make yourself at home.
Let this be year of sitting in God’s hands,
our feet dangling from Her fingertips, Her laugh
so heavy, so swollen in our ears
that we wonder if we can hear it at all.
Let this be year of get. Year of hold.
Year of one more cupcake, one more glass
of too much wine, one more.
Let this be year of hands playing noose,
knotted in chokehold, love like death.
Let this be year of car door slam, click away loudly,
let him taste how much he missed.
Year of no forgiveness. Year of just forgetting.
Let this be year of searching. Burning sage
and kissing mama and digging holes in the yard
for different kinds of treasures.
Let this be year of take. Year of grab.
Year of thank you, but that’s mine.
Year of here I am. Year of it’s me.
Year of saving myself.
Year of Search | Ramna Safeer