Emily and me just related our friendship to Gossip Girl characters. Apparently this year I am Serena Van Der Woodsen with some tendencies of Blair Waldorf because I was boy craycray this year and flaky but still a badass crazy bitch. Emily is just Blair Waldorf because she is sassy and is a force to be reckoned with but in her words, “lives in Serena’s shadow. Lols, I love our friendship.

shit, hungover and muddy as fuck. you know its been a goodnight when you pass out on your friends couch and you cant find your pants in the morning. good night with good people though.

And when I am with you I don’t want to think about dying, I just want to live. I really enjoy being alive with you. It makes me want to feel human.

you once told you me you like rooftops so let us build a skyscraper from my ribcage

// The Love of Death//

She was beautiful but she did not know it, her face hidden under layers of lies. She came into the room and curled up next to him in the bed. “He left right after.” Well, what did she expect? He was just another nameless fool that believed in the promises of fun and the distance intimacy of a one night stand. Brushing aside his criticism, he wrapped his arms around her giving her the attention she so desperately needed. Staring up at the ceiling he began to wonder of his death while sharply inspecting the asbestos. “You are my best friend, you know?” She was sobbing now and her smeared eyeliner was running down his neck and pooling in this collarbone. He couldn’t bring himself to address her directly, “Have you ever wondered how you will end up dying?” He could not stop these thoughts from running. They were not just thoughts, they were dreams now. “Have ever walked across a bridge, looked over the edge and wanted to jump?” The muscle in her arms tightened at this question. “What?” He was floating above them now, above her lovely, pretty worries. She looked at his hand, although it was around her, embracing her silently, it was limp. “Why do I do this to myself? It’s like I’m addicted to self-destruction.” He always believed that chaos was beautiful so he smiled. She shivered, there was coldness in this room, and she could not pour her sorrow into his ribcage. Lifting his arm, she rose and turned to him. His eyes were closed, but he was not asleep. “I love you” She kissed him on the cheek and began to leave like a wisp of a summer memory he was already forgetting. “Wait.” “Yes?” His lashes parted and the greyness of his pupil pierced her for the last time. “Remember you are beautiful even if you do not know it.” She smiled and realized this is why she loved him.

Love is just a word and the way I feel about you can not be condensed into one syllable.