pensare.

i want you here inside me
say the word.

>.hurricane jane. black kids.

baby’s black balloon makes her fly
i almost fell into that hole in your life
and you’re not thinking about tommorrow
because you were the same as me
but on your knees

a thousand other boys could never reach you. how could have i been the one?

>.black balloon. goo goo dolls.

so she walks into this dead end bar
sticks her handbag on the chair
and she waits
for words we shared
when we were fifteen and still cared
cause she feels 
i'm a scar from a wound that time can't heal

and i said

don't let your dreams out of your head
stick it to the man instead
don't fool your heart
lying about the fears that you had back then. 

>.spread your wings. robbie williams. 

another boy. another song. another story. the same list. the years just elapse.

exchanging body heat in the passenger seat.
you know it will always just be me.

testosterone boys and harlequin girls.

>.lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off. panic at the disco.

michael… why am i still missing you?

i swear. i only jerked off over you in a totally non-creepy, coming on to my stomach while saying your name sort of way

(via brvtalbrodeo)

sometimes it’s like someone took a knife
baby, edgy and dull
and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul

>.im on fire. bruce springsteen.