this is the first summer in like 7 years that i’m not going to canada :’( i wanna go canoeing i wanna camp underneath the stars and have a campfire and sleep outside and go jump in a lake and drive around with emarlies signing One Direction and Of Montreal
My best friend is too far away I MISS YOU DORE
we drink our coffee black,
love like cracked ribs.
Nothing about this was easy,
your hands, two chestnut spiders
creeping through my bones.
This, the car crash,
both of us burning wildfires
of snapped shins, split down the middle.
This, our stigmata, hungry graves
begging for a bite.
this, the way we throw knives
just to bleed,
leave the doors unlocked and gaping,
the way we carve our names into the floorboards
and try to forget the wreckage.
See, my mother warned me
about the wolves in the walls,
but never about the ones
that will love me wildly
and sleep in my bed at night.