if you dont read all the tags you’re not getting the full experience
they say that all air is recycled air;
that the oxygen I’m breathing right now could have been
the final breath that stuck in Kennedy’s throat,
or Marie Antoinette’s last sigh.
it’s comforting to know
that I am never really alone;
I’ll always have history rushing to my cells.
But it’s the middle of the night when I’m loneliest.
so I take a deep breath,
and wonder if the air in my lungs
still holds traces of you
(cause I’ll hold my breath forever to keep you with me)
"i dont know about you, but im feeling 22 officer so i dont think these underage drinking charges should really apply to me"
wouldn’t it be HILARIOUS if I put my education on Facebook as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry???? wouldn’t that be so fresh???