belen, (bee) sixteen. meowing behind the courtains. procrastinator as profession, fangirl and emotionally unstable. i blame doctor who, supernatural, hunger games, avengers and sherlock for ripping my heart out. if you were looking for a quality blog, this is not your place. for more facts just visit the about me section. have fun.
do you hear the students cry
crying through essays that they write
penning the musings of a pupil
doing their homework over night
on the weekend there were laughs
putting it off seemed a good plan
now im stuck here with my books
motherfucking damn
“And I can always see you.”
“Then why didn’t you speak to me?”
“Because I thought it would hurt too much.”
“I believe I could have coped.”
“No. I thought it would hurt me. And I was right.”
‘stop being overdramatic’ they say
‘i dont know what you mean’ i say as i descend from the ceiling, surrounded by mist
I’m setting us in stone piece by piece, before I’m alone, air tight, before we break, keep it in, keep us safe [x]
that time Karen had the laugh of her life while Arthur remained unimpressed (x)
