Pitaya*

DON'T OPEN YOUR EYES

On the last day of every month, close the blinds or curtains before you sleep. If in the middle of the night, you hear a tapping noise at your window, don't open your eyes.

If you're one of the unlucky ones, you'll hear that pebble sound at your window. It's not a friend, just keep your eyes shut. The sound will get louder, the tapping will get faster and faster. Don't let your curiousity get the better of you; don't move. It'll lose its patience, it'll start thumping the window. Your window will shake and shudder and the noises will only get louder. It will furiously pound the window and shake the panes; don't worry, the window won't break for goodness' sake, DON'T OPEN YOUR EYES. No matter how scared you are, no matter how badly you want to scream, pretend like you don't hear, pretend you're still asleep.

After a while, the noises will stop. Don't fall for it, keep your eyes shut. Try to sleep if you can. Don't get up, don't open your eyes, until the sun comes up.

Those who do open their eyes... well, no one really knows what happens.

Dashing through the snow,
get the f/ck out of my way,
you're so f/cking slow,
how much do you weigh? (ha ha ha)
You can't f/cking sing,
I'll start a f/cking fight,
Get out my f/cking weigh you h0e,
I'm driving here to night. 

Jingle bells, Go to hell.
Get the f/ck out of my way,
Oh what fun it is to ride,
over bodies everyday, hey!
Jingle bells, Go to hell.
B/tch what did I say?
Run that a$$ cause you can't hide,
from my motherf/cking sleigh!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Me: [accidently cares more about bands than education]

 

 

I hate the
way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
it even makes me rhyme. I hate it,
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh.
I hate it when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around.
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way,
I don't even hate you
Not even close
not even a little
bit, not even
at all
waihgrghtkhgtkjhjtkhjt      urhighuigh          

i've become a master
at breaking my own
heart

with simple thoughts,
dreams, and hopes
they are impossible to 
achieve

things that i will never
accomplish, places
i will never go, and
people i will never be
able to love

because my mind holds
me back so very much
it makes me sad,
and frustrated

 

 

YOU'RE MY SERENDIPITY
I WASN'T LOOKING FOR YOU
I WASN'T EXPECTING YOU

but i'm very lucky i met you

 

what a shame.
we gew up never believing
that we were beautiful
because no one ever told us
that we were

we made friends that liked to complain
about their stomachs, noses and thighs
and we joined in..
because that's what you do
isn't it?
and so we never told ourselves, either

IN 8th grade a boy we barely knew
called us fat
we will never know if he was joking
or why

we were bullied 
about our, long, messy hair
so we chopped it all off

and we became invisble. 

it was years before we resurfaced
before we learned to do things
just for the sake of ourselves

someone tells us we are beautiful
and now we don't believe them
but we have new friends
and they tell us too
and then we hear it from a stranger
mom apologises for not telling us enough
for when we were younger

and slowly, we start to believe it
and now we know.
we know that
despite everything we've been told
being beautiful
has nothing to do with our worth

but how unfourtunate we think,
that we couldn't know
that we were beautiful
until someone else told us we were

We were never even told it was an option.

so when are romeo and juliet getting back together