We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. We realise that we’re all going to die, without really finding out the big answers. We develop all those long-winded ideas which just interpret the reality of our lives in different ways, without really extending our body of worthwhile knowledge, about the big things, the real things. Basically, we live a short disappointing life; and then we die. We fill up our lives with shite, things like careers and relationships to delude ourselves that it isn’t all totally pointless.
Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
When I saw you, I knew.
I just knew.
The wanting climbed into every bone
and nestled deep.
My mouth watered,
my eyes were wet,
my hands ached,
and I knew I was in trouble.
I knew, who you’d become to me,
and how soft your name would be in my mouth,
and how madness would come in whispers,
and how one day I’d write poems about how beautiful and delicate you are,
and feel sick.
Key Ballah, the length of your neck was the foreshadow of a broken heart (via keywrites)