baths and the moon and everything really

If it takes shit to make bliss, well then I feel pretty blissfully.

I can never decide if I believe in God. He is so cool for bringing us together but so cruel for bringing us together.

If lifes not beautiful without the pain, well I'd just rather never even see beauty again.

Everything about you is painfully beautiful.

Your tumblr is so black and white but life wasn't meant to be that way.

And yes, the moon was white against black as it came over the mountain and it illuminated you so perfectly. I never wanted to leave. It all made sense.

Either way, Baths will never sound the same. Zac said you didn't listen to Baths when you complimented my shirt but I don't care. I never liked you because of a band.

Sorry, but I love the way drugs make me feel and yeah they got me evicted. Somehow I'm happy about it because now I am geographically closer to you. Somehow magic mushrooms made me end up on your street. Yet somehow people say that drugs lead you down the wrong path.

Well fuck them. Fuck these lone peak fakes and their monotony. Fuck these sheep following each other. Fuck the whole herd. Fuck them and fuck everyone and everything but us. You're only sixteen years old and I want to hold you until you're a hundred and sixteen. Hopefully you're the last one I have to fall in love with.

Maybe this wasn't meant to be. Maybe you're faking it. Maybe I don't actually want what I think I do. Maybe we should go back to being sheep.
Maybe I'm willing to risk it all.