physical violence

he wasn't used to the way this felt, how huge it was, huge and old and so, so angry, this endless tirade of screaming rage running through his veins, and he wasn't used to being scared of his friends. ☂

[likeafieldmouse-deactivated2015]

Todd Hido - Homes at Night 

[lauracatalinaschnee]

[maverick-visionary]

[greaterland]

Tree Tips

[rxbino-deactivated20130911]

Visit Original Link

[a-r-e-s-blog]

I know I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry, I saw it too. Long way away always.

[oxyptilus-deactivated20110328-d]

[nmgnucka]

[r2--d2]

05 by (Zrinac)

[10100120-deactivated20120130]

[greaterland]

Highway 20

[a-r-e-s-blog]

sorry pauli

[punimons-blog]

AFTER RECOVERING FROM THE HEARTATTACK I JUST HAD

I’M GOING TO MOVE FAR AWAY

TO A VERY VERY VERY SMALL WHITE ROOM WITH NO FURNITURE

SO I’LL NEVER BE IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN

[a-r-e-s-blog]

an asylum

[likeafieldmouse-deactivated2015]

Bruno Walpoth - Untitled (2010)

[yourenotaloneintheworld-deactiv]

[touchdisky-deactivated20200106]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[a-r-e-s-blog]

The Last Night

I can feel your stare

On the back of my neck

Your crystal blue eyes

Examine me

I do not dare to turn

I cannot face you anymore

The air is thick enough to cut

From the smoke of your last girl

You say that you despise the fumes

But all I hear is admiration

Of her beauty and her bravery

It’s never me     

You move your hand up and down my spine

Trying to feel less empty inside

I hear you shifting in the dark

It’s 4 AM, the sun comes up

You pull me in

What did I do to deserve this?