Tom Hardy + Handsome Bob
(Source: dragqueeneames, via some-radical-notion)
I broke my own heart loving you
And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.
i’m glad the shit that lives in the ocean lacks the ability to leave the ocean because most of it is scary as fuck
She wanted to leave. I loved her too much to make her stay.
People hate that I flip two cigarettes
Upside down in each pack
But I hate that people notice
When you gain three pounds,
But not when you buy a new hat.
I’ve been told that the way I sleep
With one leg draped over
The person lying next to me
But I think it’s annoying
When people tell me
I look pretty,
But only when I paint my face.
I’ve heard that old men
Like to touch the girls who work late at bars,
But I want to know
Why they never kiss the women they married
fourty-two years ago.
I’ve noticed that mothers teach their daughters
That it’s rude to refuse a hug
From an uncle they’ve met three times,
But forget to teach them
That they aren’t obliged to kiss
The boy who paid for dinner.
I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.