My name is Darby. 17 year old adventurer. Self proclaimed film critic. Over zealous writer. Sports Arena worker. Hobbies include invading pet stores to play with puppies, listening to way too much music and spending endless hours with my friends.
The Things You Let Me Keep (2014)
Costco doesnt fuck around
I really can’t stand ignorant folks who claim butterflies are “so pretty, but moths are just icky”. I’m just sitting here, looking at moths like…
y’all been brainwashed if you don’t think moths are some beautiful creatures.
I think a lot of people get butterflies and moths confused. I don’t know how but that’s the only explanation I can come up with
Actual 3-year-old Tony Stark, everyone.
I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR THIS LAST NIGHT AND COULDN’T FIND IT.
Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my
stomach are dead. Apparently you
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever
this is way better than pretty much everything we did in literature.