rays of light

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He’s going to be a great father.

Oh ! I love it !!!!!!!!

I WANT IT !!!!!!!!!!

When your jam comes on, but ya squad ain’t there


the fabric on my top is stunning

F I G U R E M Y. H E A R T. O U T.


Molly, you’re screwed up.

Lovely top …

I WANT IT !!!!!!

Hy gys

Another simple top !

I WANT IT !!!!!!!

I am a first morning cigarette.
I am a paper kite.
I am a smile caught in a black and white photograph.
I am a song you heard once but you forgot its name and never found it again.
I am the sparkling of the rain on the streets at night.
I am the 4am walk after a wild party where you drank so much that you forgot your own name but you couldn’t erase mine from your head.
I am the rays of light that gently fall trough the trees on that place where we first met.
I am that sound that you hear when you open a bottle of ice cold Coke.
I am an evergreen forest that you see everytime you look into my eyes.
I am the stomach ache you get when you are laughing too much.
I am all those summer nights that you spent staring into the computer screen, with your chest emptier than the look in your eyes.
I am a papercut.
I am skinned knees.
I am the sound of cracking your knuckles.
I am the jacket you wore the day when we started to talk, that now hangs forgotten in your closet.
I am the morning coffee you forgot to drink and now it’s too cold so you spilled it down the sink.
I am the feeling you get when you open a pack of marlboro and see there is only one cigarette left.
I am your favorite lighter that you lost on accident, or somebody stole it.
I am the smell after the rain.
I am the plane that flies across the night sky as you watch it from your balcony, asking yourself why didn’t you catch it while you could.

I am everywhere.
I am everything that exist in this universe, the good and the bad.

and I’m sorry that you realised it too late.

For the Rules I Refuse to Follow

If I stare out there,
too far and too long,
sightless but looking,
will they arrest me
for being too loyal on what’s natural?

If I grow a leaf
on every fingertip,
healthy and breathing,
will they beat me for
deciding not to pull them off?

If I prefer scars than concealers,
milk mustaches than alcoholic hiccups,
red lipstick than chapped ones,
everything bizarre to be in the same container,
will I get punished
for having a type of thinking the society has altered?

Because if I break the rules,
then they break me.
It’s my choice if I get broken;
and in this state,
having a different mindset
than what they’re trying to establish–
I am already broken enough.
Too far gone to be salvaged by them.
But I never said that being broken is a bad thing.
If there isn’t any single crack in me
then no ray of light ever gets in.

This is my favorite gif ever