Drinkers of achewater experienced hallucinations and euphoria, but the after-effects of the liquor produced a deep and lasting melancholy (hence its name).
To be honest, it’s all becoming lies. The words that once held me captive. The arms I once knew, like ghosts.
You once criticized him for what you’re doing now.
My love is only for the weak. My love only feeds disease. If all I am is a vessel to carry out some wicked deed, don’t fuck me in front of me. I could burn the body you love.
If the truth is too bitter to swallow, then I concede I am a liar by default. But you know, you know it all too well. I’m no good for anything else. I play pretend as if it’s the only game.
So, take it then. Take it all. I have offered all I have and from the deepest wells of my quavering heart, it is sincere. If nothing else, it is that.
The story continues, but I’m not sure I want to be a part of it anymore.

Chet Baker, “It’s Always You”
whenever it’s early twilight, I watch ‘til a star breaks through
funny, it’s not a star I see, it’s always you.
whenever I roam through roses, and lately I often do,
funny, it’s not a rose I touch, it’s always you.
Generalizations, generalizations. Story of everyone’s life or so they say.
(Source: wolf-teeth, via xsleepyhead913x)
It’s bright out and there’s a nest of birds against the wall waiting for their mama bird to bring them food. Hungry and crying. Hungry and crying.
It’s been six days since he left and I’m having a hard time breathing.
My grasp of time slips. I’m not sure where I am because all I can feel is lost. Or adrift. I can do nothing but smile and nod along. Sea bream or sea foam. My mouth is metal.
He drinks and I drive. He lives and I survive. Not broken, nor torn, simply displaced, misplaced perhaps. He moves forward and my mind is a cinema reel. I don’t understand why he says one thing and does another. I don’t understand.
Anyway, the mom just came back and I can see their little heads bobbing about. It’s neat.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY