imhux

To live is to die and to die is to breathe.

To live is to flourish 

To live is to blossom.

To live is to be idle

To live is to go rotten.

When I was sixteen, I remember feeling nostalgic for things I hadn’t yet lost. Pure, raw adolescence.

when i breathe out nicotine leaves my mouth

naturally

i’m fifteen and i'll never be this young again

i'm fifteen and i'll never be this young again.

I walk into my sister's room

And look in her full-length mirror

I don't have one in my room anymore

And I pick out each nuance, each perfect detail

In semester one of ninth grade, I met my newest obsession. In semester two, I suffered the consequences.

She watched me–sorrowful

I walked away

It pained me so, but I could not stay

Any longer, I would’ve been cold to the touch

After it all, we became just too much