March 2009
February 2009
It's a wonder I'm even alive. Sometimes I think...
(via lifeincolor)
“All of a sudden, I feel like an emotional paraplegic. I feel that all of my...”
– Dry, Augusten Burroughs (via lifeincolor)
Why are you scared to dream of god when it's...
(via lifeincolor)
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it,...
(via lifeincolor)
crushes:
x,
my wasted heart will love you even if just from a distance.
— o
“Suddenly you smell like winter apples, and the same ways that make you ripe will...”
– (via underthesheets)
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to...”
– Charles Bukowski (via ataraxic) (via skysignal) (via tikayiyay)
sleephead:
I want a boy; just some skin and some rough hands, some whispered words and harsh breathing. I want to laugh at you and cry for you and miss you so much it aches and wrap myself around you. I want to feel the weight of you, to hear the sirens, to run until my breath gives out, I want to smash things and remake them with blood on my hands. I could stand in the rain until I’m saturated...
“Even Christ himself would cringe
at the sight of your scars.”
– (via catfaces)
“Actually you said “Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s...”
– richard siken (via tellherlies)
“Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at...”
– allen ginsberg (via tellherlies)
underthesheets:
An everlasting cigarette, and that’s all you want, waiting for a bus to take you back home. ‘Cause Tuesday came too soon, Wednesday left you feeling used. Tomorrow, at least you hope it’s warm.
