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I used to write about shattered glass on the dinning room floor and slamming doors in the middle of the night.How when people would ask "What are you affraid of?", my answer would be raised voices and unexpected movements around me. I used to write about real things. Now my mind can bearly function enough to make my words sound pretty and inviting.

AG {8/4}

#alienatedthoughts #ag-aliengirl #broken family #fear #affraid #scared #raised voices #shattered glass #i cant function #depressed poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #depression #my thoughts

You look at me and I can feel my bones setting alight under my skin. My breath bubbles in my throat and I make an audible noise. You know exactly what you do to me, how one word melts my brain or how one look makes my legs buckle.

This energy has been with us since the beginning, the universe subtly trying to bring us together.

I want more nights where we dim the lights and dissect each others brains under the covers while white noise plays in the background.

AG {22/04}

#alienatedthoughts #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #spilled words #love #emotion #love poetry #raw emotion #i cant think #speaking is hard #help me #in my head #ag-aliengirl

deletingmyself

Something about me, if you treat me like shit I’d still treat you nicely

its so hard to express how i really feel so i wrap my words in metaphors and similes to make these harsh words less violent.

#in my head #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #violent words #similes #metaphors #safety blanket #alienatedthoughts

doktorgirlfriend

Brain: You’re a horrible, worthless, garbage person, and your life is going nowhere but to hell.

Me: I don’t know what the fuck you expect me to do about that at 11PM, my dude.

lovehigher

coral

Sometimes, the pain of love is more fulfilling than the ache of loneliness.

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#me

freshmoviequotes

Deadpool (2016)

#her

rentz

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”

— Charles Bukowski, Gamblers All

I can bearly even speak out loud before 12pm, let alone explain whats going on in my head. Expecially to those who hold me in such a high regard.