(Source: de-lionne, via octipies-deactivated20140203)
You will meet a tall dark stranger and he
will fuck your shit up. We don’t know why,
some kind of cosmic joke. It is terrifying
how little you will be able to control yourself.
The bills will go unpaid. There will be flies in
the kitchen. A smile will insist on flirting with
your lips. Too much of a good thing will chew
you up and swallow you whole. The moon is
in your house and has nothing to say about
all your nonsense. Now may be a good time
to go on a long journey. The stars think you
need to clear your head. The stars think you
need to run.
1 year ago