I’m sorry I’m so loud.

polarberin:

Pretty girls with
Broken knees
Cross your fingers and try
Not to breathe
— out loud.

Keep me close,
where you can see me.
Keep me quiet
and in the
In between.
I’m sorry I’m so loud.

You bring me down.
Or is it the other way around?
All I know is how it feels to drown.
On hope gone sour,
On the last of the bottle,
Just pour it out

gym-leader-merida:

if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

(via kinky-khaleesi-88)