My anaconda don’t wanna go to class tomorrow
"Have a mind that is open to everything, and attached to nothing."
"It’s clean. That’s what it feels like anyway. Heartbreak feels clean. When she says she doesn’t love you, the air that carries her words feels like a vacuum. It tears the breath from your lungs. It pulls the cobwebs from your nervous system, like you’ve been numb for a while and now you can feel everything at once. It rips your heart strings like love poems between her vocal chords. It’s clean. Every cavity in your body feels empty. It doesn’t feel like Sunday mornings with her. It isn’t the disarray of a bun that rests sleepily against her head. It is not the drunken voicemail that slurs “I love you” into your phone at 3am. It is not the mess of bed sheets that wear her imprint. It is not the clutter that your bones have grown accustomed to holding. You feel like the carcass of an apartment, hollowed out, vacant of the owner. There is no one coming home to you now. Everything is gone. You’re clean."
Maybe that’s why they call it a “clean break” (via blackorwhitelife)