hazy days

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tessa ~ LA ~ 18

3:17 am
And your cast iron stairs
Were leaving bruises
Along my legs
From sitting on cold metal for so long
And burns on my fingers
From tracing them up and down
And up and down.
I just kept thinking
About how wine smells
After a long night
Of missed signals
And broken cigarettes.
It’s all I’ve had to drink
At this point
And I couldn’t get you out of my mind
No matter how many flowers
I picked apart.
hewantsmehewantsmenot
hewantsmehewantsmenot.
I had a long talk
With the flickering streetlamp
About watching the sunrise
Over the all the little houses
In this town
That i call home.
Home.
“Where the heart is”
Home.
Where the vodka is cheap
And the love is cheaper.

paradisaic:

I can’t go to parties because I turn into a pumpkin at midnight

(via pixiedustandhitchcock)

letlivevan:

kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad

(Source: laughing420, via pizza)