I think of him as he sits on my bed. His past.. their scars.. our future. And he catches me every time. His eyes’ smile. God, their smile. I’m melting. Tea Cake has me melting..
Another OOTD!!! My school offered free tickets to see the second Hunger Games movie (I haven’t even seen the first) in exchange for a canned good. Well, we attempted to go. But they were sold out. Got cute for no reason.
Leather Jacket: Thrifted!!!! (Only $5!!!)
Crotchet Top: Kmart
Skinny Jeans: (Levi)–Belk
Flats w/ Pointed Toe: Charlotte Russe
A lie is a lie. But that’s subjective to understanding. What is a lie heard from a foreign tongue? A foreign heart. Tea Cake’s heart. His tongue.. those lips.. speaks a language my mind refuses to process and understand. But I feel them. I feel him. His lies. Our lies. Our truth.
Hi, you guys!!! No, I didn’t go to church today 😦 But I found a picture from when I did. My mom used to always make sure that I was covered when dressing for church. Some odd years later I think she understands that just because you’re going to church doesn’t mean you can’t be stylish and/or classy. Without a turtleneck and itchy stockings. Hope you guys enjoy!!!
To leave or not to leave. That is my question. Nothing but the walls.. the pillows.. the mirror. Damn the mirror. Fuck the mirror. Or fault the reflection? What is the reflection? Is it you? Me? Anybody? Somebody? Nobody? Day in.. day out. Same people with the same thoughts from the same dreams. Inferior dreams. Normal dreams. Regular dreams. Typical dreams. Dreams my dreams laugh at. There’s laughter in my dreams. And happiness. Security. But how do I reach them? Reality to dream is a road less traveled. But why? To leave or not to leave. To leave.. that is my dream.