Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Send Help.

My soul is so shattered
Im more cracks than conscious
And my chest is heartless
My every action thoughtless
I want a dozen dozen things that will never be
My life is a funhouse mirror
There’s just me, me, me
I will ever be wrong
But I can make this right
Slip away into eternity
This rainy night
No word to the huddled masses
Awaiting my fall
I’ll slip into the cracks within me
And escape it all

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
what’s the point of language if you don’t say what you feel doses and mimosas | cherub (via avenue)
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly inside. Sigmund Freud (via psych-facts)
siilentiary:

am kennedy, “Risky Businesses”

siilentiary:

am kennedy, “Risky Businesses”

She Becomes A Bunny Rabbit

Why is it so hard to simply say
What I hear my heart scream daily

{She had been bludgeoned all her life
Her tongue was an afterthought}

I look at you and see the starz I aspire to
I can’t pretend I don’t know the truth
I swallowed this feeling once before

{She spent years convincing herself she mattered
Normalcy overtook her far too slowly}

I cannot bring myself to pray for you
Or ask fate to grant me this evil deed
I am resigned simply to muffled admissions
I can’t figure out how to clearly repeat

{She could not grow into functionality
She withered instead from constant misuse}

If I thought I could live with myself after this
I’d try to win myself you
But I am too soft to bear such guilt
And I am too afraid to face the truth
As I run, run away I will mourn you

{Her tongue was dust covered and dormant
But many a back road had met her boots}

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You have to be odd to be number one.

Dr. Seuss

This changed me

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cruellings:

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cruellings:

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Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer. (via ausden)

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Not having to save,
not needing to fix- a soul;
to bask in your bliss.
Daily Haiku #197 Jared M. (via remnantsofapoet)
There was something in my bones that told me to love you. jenn satsune (via henpai)

(Source: ohsatsune)

spokenunspoken:

shaky:

I’m stuck between wanting:

1. A long lasting relationship with my soulmate who supports me and protects me and is my partner and we are completely bad ass together and in love

2. Wanting to have casual sex and rip out the heart of everyone person I meet

3. Being independent and having a loyal dog while I’m married to my career

It scares me how accurate this is.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it. Vincent van Gogh (via psych-facts)

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