He recited every line like
he was swallowing fire.
The pearls of his teeth
never shined, as if shy of
the lights that greeted them
shamelessly.

But when the velvet curtains
whispered as they drew to a close,
the bounce in his step is revived,
yet the gleam in his eyes die.
Like a child who loses their toy;
a walking contradiction.

The man walks down the
pavement, smoke bleeding out
of his upturned lips.
If you look closely enough, the
world melts around his skin,
at his mercy.

But when the bulbs go down
with the dullest whine,
he turns around and leaves
before it becomes less and less
and less and less and less and less;
to return home and rest.

Damn I have so many 😅 I’m literally into everything except country music but right now I’m really into Halsey, Placebo, Bring Me The Horizon, Mac Demarco, Broods, Of Mice and Men and many many more.

You legit just made my entire day/week/month/year/LIFE you are an angel and ily epicbellamy

Living in one of the flats of a tall building in the city, there lived a beautiful girl. With hair so dark the night frowned with jealousy, skin as pure as freshly pressed olive oil, and a heart so good the Angels would welcome her gladly.

But every now and then, she would feel the strangest thing: something tugging at her chest. The girl was curious, so off she went into the world to look for whatever (or whoever as she would find out) was tugging her towards it.

Her journeys weren’t always joyful. There were moments where the sum of her parts seemed to always be tear stains and broken hearts. But then she would look forwards and remember the tugging, the light at the end of the tunnel she never thought she would start chasing.

Several years passed. As she was stumbling out of a dark cave filled with sharp rocks, she saw a road diverge into 2 paths. The path on the left looked the same as any other road: dull, dreary yet safe. The curious thing was that she couldn’t see into the path on the right. The girl hesitated but soon felt the strongest tugging on her chest as if somebody had an anchor on the other end. Throwing all caution to the wind, she took the path on the right.

It took her 6 months to get to the end of the road. Once the path had ended, the girl saw a man standing in a field of white roses. He held his hand out and smiled, like he was expecting her. Not waiting another moment, the girl ran to the man and took his hand. Finally she felt complete.

“Who are you?” She asked the man.
He smiled and said, “I’m your heart.”