Complete.Sanity

A messed outlit for my deep thoughs

[art-woonz]

Art By: Andrzej Dybowski

Instagram: @artwoonz

[8no-remorse8]

St.cecelia (unedited)

(a poem my ex wrote after we broke up)

Like the leaves of autumn

Our love corroded quietly.

Illuminated by a Rustic Red

Complimented with

Dying yellows

And deathly browns.

Decaying upon silent grounds

Of emerald contrite.

Without the need to solicit

The dying of the usual light.

Much Like fireflies without a spark

The thought of you

Is slowly swallowed by an ever lasting penitentiary dark.

Has you embark for shores

Lost within mythical winds

Amongst distant green lands of promise.

Away from me , and all things honest.

Shaking hands with individuality

Alongside independence.

Free from the grips of dependence

And the burden coexistence.

I wish you well

With the ear Piercing persistence

Of a morning death bell.

My dear Cecilia

Reside not in the abysmal wastes of hell

For you are an angel.

Who fell far from the comfort of home

into the vices of temptation.

Through the doors of similar syndrome

And the hand of deceitful intent.

Buried under catacombs of the unkempt

Your appearance sent shivers down my

Spine lending weight to the fact that one

One day my heart may beat again.

But until than

You remain a whisper

Of a time well spent.

Locked away for all time.

Hastily tucked under this disorder of mine.

You will stay complacently

Free from your own kind.

[law-of-abstraction]

❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

[rubenista]

Sandro Botticelli, Primavera (detail), late 1470s or early 1480s

[understands]

[law-of-abstraction]

❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

[eugenehl]

[8no-remorse8]

Ohhhh Jackie boy

[mind-trails]

Gif from “Neco z Alenky (Alice)”, Dir. Jan Švankmajer, 1988.

[il-salice-errante]

[il-salice-errante]

[0mega-x-orcism]

[ghostof]

[winterfellis]

[thatsmydjseries-blog]

[redaesthetics06]

[larmoyante]

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever (via larmoyante)