2015 is only 5 months away, just let that sink in
What the fuck does the sink want now
"I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said this is the moon. This is the sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube… We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said, What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My apple-jack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back."
— Richard Siken (via owenselliots)