(via king-koopa)Source: unabating
This is me.
Glass is thick, and seems nonexistent.
You can not pass through it, for it is resistant.
But you can see miles away when the day is clear.
And allows us safety from what we fear.
I’ve shattered my window,
The sun is low.
I watch the horizon, and smile,
Those movements so fragile.
My blood drips like a faucet,
But I will repair that.
Tomorrows sun will be brighter.
That horizon will creep closer.
So yesterday I saw Say Anything and it was awesome but there was this girl who was getting all “Lana Del Rey parody on SNL” next to me trying to pull her hair over and over again to make sure it was okay and pulling out her iPhone and checking herself in it twenty-thousand times as if Max Bemis…
Lolol, that’s like the one stoned hippy, who hip grinded on me for the entirety of an Anthony Green concert, which was followed by a drunk man cascading across me and my two friends, like a ping pong ball, then the man who looked like ice cube who was actually probably a serial killer…