im just your typical bipolar girl who posts a lot of band photos, kittens, movies and deliciously attractive famous people.
This blog is a hodgepodge of things that i cherish or find rather amusing.
Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something.
Vivre, c’est faire de son rêve un souvenir.
(To live is to make a memory out of a dream.)
We’re sitting in the car,
and our legs are touching.
I can feel my skin burn.
My body is alight.
There is fire sitting in my bones.
Your eyes land on mine.
one. two. three. four.
I read somewhere that if
someone looks at you for more than
three seconds without looking away,
it means they want to marry you,
or fuck you.
I don’t know which one it is
I don’t know if your heart beats
louder than mine when you’re next
to me, or if I’m just another stranger you have to spend time with.
Sometimes you’re vicious,
and other times your eyes
are laced with tenderness.
Has anyone ever looked at you
like you held their breath in your hands?
Don’t say no.
Look at my eyes.
I will give you my breath.
I will crash and burn for you.
All you have to do is ask.
With you around,
my death will be violent.