Dusk
At the ill-natured lounge he hovered over
a cold lust that swirls in view by her and hides it.
It’s bewitching Vanity, her smell confines the room,
his Dionysus in vague path-ways he had severed,
wailing for allowance he can’t befit
as his spirit fades and she pulls-back to assume
he is as free and audacious as when at twenty-two
and he ends the night never-last to hope for new.
December,
you’re just a terrible joke,
ever rude by spuriously laughing elation from all,
can we celebrate?-glum times impersonating life,
its dominance demonstrating a hopefulness provoked,
in daunting times and generations will headstall
if you fight ever dusk to dawn like light to afterlife?
Annoying thing of the day,
When drivers don’t pay attention to pedestrians. You are driving in a city, in a fairly residential area, not on a highway. Be aware of the people around you. Just because your driving the Lexus your daddy bought you doesn’t mean it’s fair game to test his skills as a lawyer.
The only thing I believe in anymore is a six figure salary.
What kind of person creates a spreadsheet for everything they have to do that week? Your life must be full of fun. (btw I feel sorry for your children)
That awkward moment when you use British slang and then realize you’re in America.
too much British television :/
(Source: nevillethebamf, via motherofhellhounds)
