The gleaming picture frame
That used to hold our smiling faces
Sits gathering dust in the corner of my room.
Every single time I look at it
Another piece of my heart becomes trapped
Within the glass.
The sparkling bracelet you gave me
Amidst the colorful Christmas lights
Is scattered into pieces
Somewhere outside my college dorm,
But I swear I see it everywhere
And my breath traps in my throat again.
I flinch when I see planes
Moving through the sky,
Or when an old car
With rusty rims passes me in town.
Every time I see a sparkle in my peripherals,
I still see you.
|—||Silver // -STG (inksplatteredpages)|
smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.
i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter
This is a very sad mentality. To think oneself more important than that of progeny is the sign of a failed human life.
so the wiggles concert wasn’t as good as you thought it would be huh
Jennifer Morrison in Prestige Magazine