My heart is racing from lack of food and too much caffeine and I’m wearing Hunter’s old Bring Me the Horizon shirt to bed.
I’m going through a middle school rage.
THROWDOWN
Oh, Mr. Prufrock,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Why not have the intent to enjoy this soft October night?
There will be time for toast and tea
for sunsets and silent seas
there will be time for you and me
for the beach and sea-girls singing each to each
for combing waves, cakes and sprinkled streets
there will be time to love women
stretched out beside you, as if eternal greatness rises from the dead
settling a pillow by her head
with a smile that doesn’t linger in visions
and nerves that do not digress
her arms lie along her white dress
part you hair behind
eat a peach
wear white flannel trousers
wear the bottoms rolled, you are yet to be old
there will be time
why not let that time be now?
And I don’t even know how to think right now
I really fucking hate living with someone that I have conflicting points of view with but I also love and owe everything to.
Because, then we just end up getting in this huge debate and in the end they take it personal and I just end up feeling like a big fat dick. i.e now.
It’s either I stand up for what I believe in or I swallow my pride and stop being such an opinionated dickhole about one of two of the only things I’m even opinionated about in the first place.
GAWTDAMN.
And it’s satan.
I can’t put satan down.
