Bienvenidos, no tropiecen con el ruido.

Could you be more obscene?

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

—Some things are better left unsaid. (via exoticwild)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via mrsexhimself)

fckthestate:

bonsaibabe:

i dont think goosebumps books ever came into print i think they just mystically appeared in public school libraries one day already in mediocre condition

this sounds like a plot for a goosebumps book about goosebumps books

(Source: 37roses, via vijaysampla)