When the world gets too heavy put it on my back.
They say if a crush lasts longer than 4 months it could be reaching toward the realm of ‘love’. Does that mean I’ve fallen in love 8 times over; or that I’ll end up reaching again?
I want a Deadpool costume so that I can run around an be snarky all day with good reason.
So I’ve been learning guitar and junk. Work in progress, I guess. It’s a shabby cover of I Have Friends in Holy Spaces by Panic! At the Disco. Forgot the words multiple times. Will update in a few weeks. That “ehhh..” was really trying to say” I tried to do something fancy near the end and screwed up.”
… as far as that goes after having a heart attack. My mom had a heart attack today.
I wasn’t born to be a skeleton.
I am the cool and fresh morning air, the wind through your hair, the goals you set and achieved. I am the future you worked so hard for, and the satisfaction gained from it. I am the full moon glowing brightly. I hold strong as a obelisk, stand the test of time to inspire those who tremble beneath me. I am the dreams of the hopeful.
I am the death in your family; the fear of success, and the fear of failure. I am the plague in third-worlds, and the people who let it be so. I am the fire in the belly of greed. I splinter like dead and weathered wood, glow only to spread my destruction to the nearest vessel. I am the decay of the breathless.
The dancing petals Are our love petals. Red, the color of love, Makes the earth dizzy. Tonight I won’t sleep To work on developing My god-complex.
Even if beauty moves people, it’ll eventually fade away. However, the only...
To everyone who reblogged “The colour of the sky”. I hate you and everything you stand for.
So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that...– Alan Watts
-hewastheirfriend: but what if instead of getting drunk we all got sober like what if we were all constantly drunk and then on the weekends we get sober at night and have tea and intelligent conversations and then the next morning we’d wake up drunk again like “man i was so sober last night i think i figured out a cure for cancer”
3AM secrets Warm and apologetic Once indifferent.
My morning ritual consists Of creating a list of the girls I haven’t...
Approaching. Blood pressure spike. Stroke. Aneurysm. My heart is beating painfully hard. Shaking. Distant.
Doing what I can To think about something else On this nauseous night.
cunobaros: I have bought chocolate, And a bouquet of roses. Next, buy a girlfriend.
Hai Ku s
Take my hand, darling. Submerge me with your soft touch, Dilating my eyes. Pull me far beneath, And let me dive into you, You’re all that I crave. I hold to your lips Like the lingering image Of our last sunset. Extraordinary. Like seeing beauty in the Utterly mundane. Collarbone language. Heavy on my fleeting tongue. Makes me live again.
Dear passion of mine, We embrace in unison, Two breathing as one.
Caught up in the day to day of being young And pretending to be in love Considering what it’s like to be a star, Gaseous and out of touch. I am the breath down your neck I have no idea of your life, No sympathy for tired eyes. Shattered-glass splinters, Thinking of who you are, The day I realized ‘infinitesimal’ had a whole syllable more to it.
Through Tinted Glass
I saw you from the bus, Scrambled to let you know. You turn me into a bus person, nervous and shaking. A message: “Hey! I see you!” Delete. On the ride home, I imagined 100 different ways that I burst from the bus, 100 different ways to get your attention, And twice as many situations where you left me standing in the intersection. 3 months, plus. It’s so strange to see the...
Reblog with Your Desktop (no Cleaning)
acousticalchaos: unidentifiednomenclature: lyzzystardust: quingawaga: kibouskorner: ironfries: wugs: horrifies you all I like this background because it makes it okay to be messy. That’s the point.
Mary, you are doing drugs. Don’t you think we know? You always seemed a...– Yellow Ostrich
I’m really sorry I don’t know how to say that I’m happy for you.
Another snippet of audio from my life.
My bed has no frame. It’s banished to the carpet, Right with the spiders.
For days I slumber, But rest does not come easy, for I barely live.
It’s not sudden like the movies, But it’s more contagious, Not requiring a fleshy wound. I am the walking dead. Like fast-food, And bus rides at night. I wonder of then day life may be breathed back into me.
I never dread What I can’t feel …. I only dread What I can feel– The Speed of Sound in Seawater
Because we’ve become afraid of the word, my dear. If we can hold off on admitting it to be manifested in any physical form— be it sound waves or text— we can hold back our complete destruction when the word becomes a muddied lie. That’s why.
a haiku about Christmas
I bought you these things, And now they lay on my desk; Mid January.
Why am I awake? Because I hate you. Because I hate to admit That I’m weak enough to sleep. Or strong enough to. Does my grip show determination, Or feebleness? Why am I awake? To prove that I’m worth something. To prove that I am nothing, Creating something of itself.
The position of art to-day is like that of a river where many tributaries...– Harold Speed
Wake me up, the color blue. It’s 3 in the afternoon, And as dew drops on your window I’ll kiss you good-morning like you were always here. It’s cold. But that isn’t why I’m shaking. Come back, my passion. I’ve been thinking too much of the night you left, And how long you held onto me before leaving. Like you were gathering your things before driving...
Whale. Come with me, whale. And we will go far, Into the blue.– Yellow Ostrich
Up rises the tide, As if ocean breathes the sky, And fills its lungs full. The remorseful moon pulls without choice. And waters drop to new lows when it hides it’s face.
Just stop. Stop playing like you care so much when you know neither of us care...– Nightlife - I the Mighty
“So, I guess you’re right. I did abhor the awkward silence we endured. And spoke a truce to stop the swell and slow this spinning carousel. Yet still it spun from time to time, laced with mistrust that cracked the spine. This feeble frame just would not hold and sparked the drifting of two souls. I am not ready nor deserve a line of love that can’t be blurred into a shallow...