You are the smell of dead cigarettes and ice cold beer, early on a Friday morning, in a busy airport with white noise.
You are the darkest hue I know, shielding your eyes down to your Achilles heel, being realistically melancholic.
Acting so cool, yet I feel your warmth from a million miles away, such coolth keeping me awake.
You are the introduction to every small rebellion and the climax of all teenage daydreams, always ending with sophisticated style.
Diamonds and fire are blasting through your skeleton eyes, unwittingly piercing young fluorescent hearts.
You are the much needed catharsis of countless bombarding thoughts and voices in my head.
the noble anti-hero
of every universe.
DCD2 Records fam out on #MONUMENTOUR gang life.
Fragments I remember
Fogged up against a wall
Just you and me
For a moment I forgot
Who you were
Who I want to be
Just lost and in lust
With the soulful warmth
Of your mouth meeting mine
Just a thoughtless promise made
Between two little fingers in the dark
Sipping bitter beer and kissing friends
That night, I thought you felt it too
But, my mistake, ‘cause
Now you don’t see me at all
— George R. R. Martin (via thisnostalgicheart)
Attractions on a ceiling