babyfox mountain sheep
not your mom's brooklyn accent

I need you to forget that you are beautiful
and understand you are a stained glass sky.
Calculate the difference when you confetti the rain.

That stone you carry is a lame excuse for a heart. 
Let me suck off all your sweetness
and I will teach you how to bruise right:

If you’re not spitting gravel
you haven’t fallen hard enough.
My skinned knees are all the proof
you’ll ever need.

    1. Timestamp: Wednesday 2013/01/23 17:56:46amy woodsideMY KIND OF ROMANTIC