I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your...– Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction (via mojitosandblow)
My mom just called me.
And she spoke to me about her day. And she told me about the good things, and exciting things and scary things where she was. She made plans to come here and then take me back with her to stay a few days. At the end of the call she told me she was worried about me. And she said she missed me. And she said she loved me. And then we hung up. Wow.
What the fuck?
My phone got fucked awhile ago. I didn’t even break it and I have to pay for the screen kinda alone. Turns out I would have to get a whole new phone which I don’t have the money for. SAT’s are saturday and I’m not ready. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to the Roots picnic because my dad has to work. Which means I’m missing my chance to meet Kid Cudi and see...
blankpagesandinvisibleink: not all poetry is written nor does every poet write, my lover is a poet who turns skin to parchment and composes sonnets in the night.