feel
stayed out too late last night
the sometimes summer sun had dipped behind the clouds
the trees shivered with a cold push of wind
held on to the thin blanket
it flew away too
turned the heat off this morning
it made me feel too comfortable
that smell of artificial warmth
it fed the bile that has permanent residency under my esophagus
don’t want to spew out fear again
took off my jacket before leaving
the goosebumps appeared before the door opened
cold rush hiss from my mouth
silence added to the affective puddles
freezer burn scars soothed by drops
"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter."
- Oscar Wilde (via barryreesepulp)
(via sad-eyed)
mermaids don’t have thigh gaps but they can still lure men to their deaths
(via eightletterfishpuns)
i went down to the middle school today for relay for life and i saw my old social studies teacher i had a crush on (don’t talk to me) and he was like “hey how are you i haven’t seen you in ages?” and the first thing i blurted out was “I JUST TURNED 18” and jesus christ if that’s not the thirstiest thing i’ve said in my whole life
i feel like this will be me next year. to literally every teacher. every. teacher.
jk no not every teacher but really benjamin you need to stop being so adorable.
