time is what a clock measures

[courtycupcake]

[weltenwellen]

I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Anna Peters (via goldenlocket)

[onceuponanight15]

[ffffffound]

[sadness-mind-blog]

[swinglargo]

[sanctospiritu-deactivated201302]

[vandalog]

[nevver]

Vandalog

[nevver]

Smells like teen spirit

[stoplooknatme-deactivated201806]

[cocvino]

[hgkshaghfsdjghasgjhsdfkjsa-deac]

[enhtein]

[braindamaged666-deactivated2021]

[strange-inversion-deactivated20]

[mermaidcuntnomore-deactivated20]

[aisoku]

Juliet

My only love sprung from my only hate!  Too early seen unknown, and known too late!  Prodigious birth of love it is to me,  That I must love a loathed enemy.

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