Infested

18. Veg. Poetry. Happiness is just an illusion

[asickindividual]

A veces uno se juega por la persona equivocada sin saber que tiene un mundo entero a su lado. Sin darnos cuenta lo perdemos todo y el tiempo no puede volver atras.

[asickindividual]

Cuando saber que es hora de dejarlo ir? Como olvidarte de la persona que hacia que olvidaras el mundo? Como aceptar que tal vez nunca le importaste tanto como el a vos?

[asickindividual]

They hated each other because they feared of each other

[asickindividual]

“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.”

[gusty]

By:  Nate Bittinger

[strange-haze]

[prosthetic-dance]

Calley Skalnik of the National Ballet of Canada

© Karolina Kuras

[i-wildest-dreams]

[ocevns]

icebergs at sunset

(Iceland, 2016)

[gusty]

[donotbreatheunderwater-deactiva]

Feeling free on a beautiful summer evening. No clothes needed, just a couple of good friends and a good bottle of alcohol and a colourful sunset

[asickindividual]

“we’ve all got ideas and words from books we’ve read, lovers we’ve tasted, poems we’ve drunk, quotes we’ve scavenged, like flotsam adrift in our brains washing up on the shore of our lips . we steal like artists.”

[asickindividual]

Me asusta la posibilidad de no gustarle como el me gusta a mi

[asickindividual]

Por que me dejaste ir? Si sabias que queria quedarme

[asickindividual]

The darkness is the deepest place

someone can travel alone

a lonely journey

filled with struggle and groans

a new battle everyday

always against the same foe

the enemy knows how to fight back

using psicological blows

it creeps up on you

in your most vulnerable state

usually when there is no one near

which who you can relate

in your mind lots of thoughts

begining to swirl and swell

draging you into

your own subconscious hell

sleep always comes as a fiend

but in the morning the battle begins again

[asickindividual]

Me gustaria que cuando este triste alguien estuviera ahi, pero no hay nadie

[ruekathesi]

[asickindividual]

No se puede vivir asi. No se puede sobrevivir despertando todos los dias pretendiendo que no desaria estar muerta.