I guess I'm just like one of those 13 year old boys with sweaty hands no girl talks to.

Thermocromatic crystal.

Who would ever enjoy sadness? But sadness makes poetry. I don't enjoy bleeding. Though, if I bleed poetry I will take the risk. Because I enjoy poetry more than I enjoy happiness, because poetry is eternal when happiness is gone before I end this phrase. And everything is temporary, but poetry.

I am gone now, even though your words still make my mood ring turn in to the most awful rainbow. I hated blushing when you talked to me, but I loved the way my heart was about to explode at the same time. You were poetry when you talked, even now that your words are faded with my stoner memory. I have nothing else to say, there's nothing I can miss. But now I will miss feeling something, while I'm immersed in this dull nothingness.

AbrilRouge

52 week photography challenge: Week5- Light painting.

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Valentine's day make up 💔

When you're lonely, and you look well only for yourself...

When you're in love with the world, but the world doesn't love you back...

When you have a huge crush on a guy that is incapable of liking you...

When everytime you try to fall in love you step on dog crap and everything goes to hell...

When it looks like love wasn't made for you...

When no one will kiss you with honesty...

When you're looking for certain kind of relationship no one else wants...

You always have yourself to love...

And that's okay.

AbrilRouge 

Dead words.

You're the agony of my verses and the silence between my legs. You're dead words inside my head, dying every time you turn away. I can never see you in my dreams, it's maybe because I don't know you that well. I often feel like I'm losing my time thinking about you, cause you won't see more that you want to see in me. We can dance like there is no tomorrow, only caring about our dancing tones, turquoise paradise inside of our souls. But you like going around and thinking too much, you like ignoring me like nothing happens, because you say I would do the same. And when I'm sober and I seem not to care about you, you're all that's in my brain. Am I wasting my time or am I losing my head?

AbrilRouge.