“Of all the people you have kissed she was your favourite because she didn’t flinch when you curled your hand around her neck and tightened.
She said “I break the law because I’ve never broken a heart and I want to know what it feels like to be the brick not the window pane”.
When she’s drunk she’ll dress up for you, all straps & lace & stockings. When she’s high she’ll dress down for you, all skin & skin & skin.”—Annabelle Nyst (via imi-loa)
It’s a funny thing. I can forget the keys inside the car, forget to do my homework, forget to call my mom back, forget to brush my teeth, forget to leave my shoes at the door, forget to leave a tip, forget to shave my legs, forget to put the cereal back, forget my dad’s birthday, forget to return a late library book, forget to take ramen out of the microwave. I forget a lot of things.