Between you& I.

[pauvremagicien-deactivated20180]

[alansassby-is-my-soulanmial-blog]

Terrible people doing terrible things. This shit is all my fault, and I don’t care. Honestly, I’m shallow. Water, dark and murky with unintentional indifference and rage. Raw and passionate; stale like my cigarettes. I’ve got cavities in my mouth that are constantly out to remind me that I am young and I am stupid. “You’re dying!” They say, and it gets louder every time, but I’ve got nothing to say, and I’ve got thousands of strangers who are dying to listen. They crowd empty streets, and they’re dizzying, spinning. and I’ve never been all that great with human interaction, so I stumble; heavy footed, light headed. and I land with one foot in the gutter and one foot in the gold. And if I think hard enough about it, I’m pretty sure that I could find a deliriously metaphorical sentence to sleep adjacent to my previous one. But i can’t, so gutter wash and acid rain, city filth burns my skin and I’d really love to say that this is the end for me, but I’m far too good at faking intelligence to convince myself that it is. I haven’t felt sorry enough yet. Sorry enough for age fifteen. For being a liferuiner, a sinner and a whore. I never have been sorry enough for killing my father. I haven’t been turned far enough inside out yet. I haven’t felt the full weight of the world on my shoulders and I haven’t experienced a fraction of the pain and embarrassment I’ve put out into this great big white world. So, the cavity’s call increases with age, and as my teeth continue to rot to the beat of the summer heat, they remind me that I am a lack of nutritional value. I am empty calories and I’m no good for you. “You’re young and you’re stupid and you’re self absorbed and you’re dying.” They say. and I let them.

Kriss Kidd “Cavity’s Call” (via alansassby-is-my-soulanmial)

[hypebeast]

[blossomfully]

I think,“ she said slowly, “you can drive a person crazy by simply refusing to look at them. “There isn’t anything quite like being ignored by someone you have feelings for.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #224 (via blossomfully)

[wnq-writers]

Once people are given the chance, they’ll stick a knife 7 inches into your chest—then ask you why you’re having such a hard time breathing. And if its the person you love, you’ll respond by sticking the knife in a little deeper and claiming that it hurts less to just keep it there than it does to actually remove it.

A.Aly (via wnq-writers)

[ajumbleofthings]

5 a.m was a stranger.. I never get much sleep when you’re in the picture. But at least i get to think about you. At least i am not missing you anymore. I’ll never give up on the idea the two of us were specifically designed for eachother… fingers crossed, but here we are.

[ajumbleofthings]

I just wanted you to be my friend. A real one. Like i've never had before..

[itsthedrugsbaby]

How?

How the fuck? What happened to us… over think. Panic. Too much pride. Not enough. Not enough of anything. How? The question always lingers…. does it matter? No, it doesn’t… but it really does. Forget it. Forget everything? How??

[kleatice]

You didn’t appreciate a guy that would take care of you. Somone that knows how to get shit done and stand by your side. Someone that will drive across the state when they’re broke to get you. You like the guys that just want in your pants and could care less about your being. But you’ll fall for their shit

[itsthedrugsbaby]

I appreciated all of that about you and more. But some things stick in my brain and torture me. Things you said. Your tongue is sharp.. i am weak. Sometimes little things matter, sometimes they tear me up…. thank you, for all of the wonderful and considerate things, though.

[kleatice]

You don’t care about character at all. You go for confidence and whoever’s down to sleep with you emediately. That’s how you wanted me at first. I didn’t even get to know you before you spread your legs. I wish I knew before hand. Would’ve saved a lot if confusion and heart ache

[ajumbleofthings]

Yeah because i wasnt so in love with you from the first time i came to your house. I didnt think about you all day, everyday for months and months and months. Ive never been drawn to anyone like i was immediately drawn to you. I thought you would never like me. The only thing you cared about was sex. If i didn't want to, i was instantly "fucking someone else" or i "didnt want you." It was never about the sex to me. It was great, dont get me wrong. You rocked me. But i liked our friendship..the intimacy. I wish you would have focused on ME more than my body, or other guys... i guess i couldn't make you happy. "I can't make you love me, if you don't...."

[ecchipeach-deactivated20160407]

Fuck you, I’m worth it and fuck you for making me think for the slightest second that I’m not.

(via bayaat)

[doingdrugsoffmylaptop]

[adderallbabydoll]

me today. loll

[missoracle]

We’re often asked, “Why dope?” This question is not easily answered, most of the time we don’t have any idea but we can’t stop. After a while its just life, you can’t live with the drugs… but you can’t live without them even more. We get high because the world’s uncomfortable, uninteresting and unbearable. Always.

When You’re a Junkie Anything Can Be Justified. (via missoracle)

[bunlly]

I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.

Mary Kate Teske (via lazypacific)

[ajumbleofthings]

me: *starts sobbing uncontrollably in front of somebody*

me: literally 5 seconds later

me: shit wow that was embarrassing holy fuck im sorry nah im ok man im fine whoa sorry buddy

[rm3-77]

And I know she’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb. And she’ll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come.

The weeknd // I can’t feel my face (via selcouth-mindd)

[ajumbleofthings]

Why do we have to hurt eachother?

Been you so long, now im on my own,calling you up when im alone. Friend lover, enemy. Is this the way it has to be? I hurt you…you hurt me.. you help me. You care. Do you really? My trust has been broken, body cracked open. Im acting strange. I cant be the person you need. Im not a good friend. Not a good lover. Why do i have a heart? You whip me with your chains to get it to race. A needle. A spoon. The tile of the bathroom. Your face. Your feel. His front, his poisin touch, the things i couldve changed.. trust. Trust no one. I love you, you hate me, i hate me, she hates me. Im just dirt thats all i will ever be…

[fyp-philosophy]

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.

Friedrich Nietzsche  (via wordsnquotes)

[writingsforwinter]

Lady Macbeth to Teenage Girls

Title inspired by Clementine von Radics

Yes, it was I who plotted. I who schemed and took the throne.

I began as a whisper beneath the moon who eventually grew

to swallow it whole; the light within me

was also a kind of dark.

Don’t believe what they tell you.

It doesn’t always have to be men’s work.

You can hold the dagger too, send it arcing and plunging

like the belly of a salmon into stream.

I was ruthless, I had wishes, hunger so fierce

it sang within my marrow like a siren.

Don’t believe what they tell you.

You can take over a kingdom.

You can steal the crown for yourself.

Each pulse a miracle, and each breath a saving.

I may have left this world stained

with someone else’s blood,

but the red was beautiful.