becoming attached to characters that you know are gonna die more like i didn’t sign up for this. i mean. i did sign up for it. i just didn’t read the fine print. i mean. i did read the fine print. but i still signed it. why did i sign it
listening to lana del rey makes me want to buy a giant fur coat and sit in a really fancy chair in front of a fire place while holding a cigarette in one of those long cigarette holder things sipping on a glass of red wine with my legs crossed
Call it a kiss, but
I want to dip my fingers
into a dark wine
and paint your lips red
and let it drip down your neck.
I want to cup your wet chin
and raise the goblet
of your fine wine mouth to mine.
I want to drink from you
until we taste the same.