Remembering a Little Too Late Sometimes, I forget the most important things to remember.Remembering a Little Too Late by ~iLuvStrawberries
To remember the smiles I've been given,
The embraces and the kisses,
Those words, those memories,
That love.
Sometimes, I remember too late.
But somehow, sleep becomes the solver of all problems,
And your love will be there tomorrow,
Getting me out of bed,
Getting me dressed, and into the light.
My love will be there, too.
And you can have it, with all of its imperfection,
With all of its forgetfulness,
If you'd like.
Beneath my flurry of apologies,
I'm remembering the most important thing:
That I've been given love.
Words "Your fingers taste like cigarettes." Her tongue curled around the tip of his index finger, sucking the essence of ashes off. The nighttime sky was black, stars hidden behind the cover of clouds that had rolled in that afternoon. It was quiet and warm, bugs creeping in through the cheap windows and skittering around on the computer screen, as crickets tried in vain to drown out the soft piano in the speakers.Words by ~iLuvStrawberries
Her lips were swollen with kisses and his were buzzing with menthol, shared and given. Two tired hands held each other, while she held his unoccupied fingers in her mouth. The digital clock next to the books on the nightstand had reac
The Dark Side of the Seasons The Dark Side of the SeasonsThe Dark Side of the Seasons by ~iLuvStrawberries
The horizon turned to watercolour rot as bird flew in alphabet letters above our heads.
They were headed south with the sun,
And they'd come back when it warmed up-
If it ever warmed up here again.
The hills faded from green to red to empty as the Dark Side of the Seasons sucked the color from the sky.
It was here to drain our heavy sunshine blood,
To fill our lungs with exhaust and cold,
And to escort the End-of-Summer to its end.
From April The sunset was soft behind the rainclouds, cold and windy in the early April evening. Gravel roads were wet, and the grass was finally green, after the freezing months of grey and brown. We drove over hills, recklessly, past scattered farm houses, barking dogs running behind us. Smoke replaced the words in passing over our lips, and music raged over the roaring in the open windows.From April by ~iLuvStrawberries
It was times like these, some anthem of sex, drugs, and heartache blaring, cigarette resting between my fingers, that I felt content with living in every second, not mulling over regrets, not worrying about tomorrows. For a few hours, we could pretend to be free
) 
uNF! | Lend me your hand, and we'll conquer them all. But lend me your heart, and I'll just let you fall. |
Sta.sh
deeply entertains me
--
I am Rink in dA's Band-Slash Crew!
KILLJOY NAME: Chemical Cut Throat
EVERYTHING IS BETTER IN DRAG!
FoREVer RIP Jimmy Sullivan
Reminds me of when that band was good.
--
EAT THE FUCKIN' WEENIE!!!
--
I am Rink in dA's Band-Slash Crew!
KILLJOY NAME: Chemical Cut Throat
EVERYTHING IS BETTER IN DRAG!
FoREVer RIP Jimmy Sullivan
--
EAT THE FUCKIN' WEENIE!!!
--
EAT THE FUCKIN' WEENIE!!!
I really do love that song. And all of them. So much. Everyday.
And thank you for the watch, dearest.
--
EAT THE FUCKIN' WEENIE!!!
That made me think of you.
--
avatar by ~raspberryred.
Yes! Wah
--
EAT THE FUCKIN' WEENIE!!!