Arlo h.

I think the thing that keeps us together is our mutual hate

the hate of being alone, and the love of shallow expectations of the opposite sex

Everyone has a home. A place where everything is infinitely familiar and there are no secrets. A person feels most happy and comfortable in their home and when displaced some people try and put their homes in a new place. The problem is then that one persons home is not another’s and when they try and place their home over another’s home some one will become upset.

So in conclusion…. fuck off Kiara

I need my little bit of American culture, don’t replace me with the guy you want

All girls on tumblr = amazing asses

Oh we fucked with each other under those stars that you swore you didn’t put there

but if not you who, the green eyed goddess with the shoulder blades that cut

with the talons that felt my chest and asked why the heart race?

voices should’ve floated closer for 10 minutes or 10 hours, the children a symbol

our lives as a movie, the irony of the mise-en-scene escapes us not

you turn away to change your shirt

your back just as mysterious with it’s beauty spots that a white bra is strangling

the air is choking me and oxygen is being deprived from my brain

the glowing stars taped to the ceiling are watching over us

mostly you because your innocence glows brightest

and my lies darken the sheets and make me lust for your kisses

I’ll be fine under the stars with you forever, just not touching

I started writing poetry again
I am obsessed with abortion again

that and the stars

they are both very interesting

I like that when I told my brother who I liked his response was nice they’ll be cute kids

That feeling when there is so much going through your brain you can’t sleep