[ghostparties]

Girl Pictures by Justine Kurland

[cyberxbattalion]

[imasymbolfornothingthatexists]

[iluvkeef]

[incomfortable-deactivated201711]

[incomfortable-deactivated201711]

[bruisesonmyknees]

bully (2001)

[sashimisashimii]

[princessofkazakhstan-deactivate]

[stillorbekilled]

A hearts design

Don’t play with it, Its made for pleasure, and its response to pain is that of a man taking a last breath into certain death. It is not made for games, It knows faces, and remembers your name. Its wrath is infamous, Its Glory undying. A drum playing ever on in the foreground. A beat which skips only when i see your smiling lips, and the freckled cheeks of your gorgeous face. My heart can do many things, until you let go of it. You were supposed to hold on tightly, a child holds their mothers hand crossing the road. She knows not to play in the street, but you took the chance, an event never forgotten. And just when that young girl looks up at that speeding semi it is within inches, my heart breaks into a million fractions of shattered fractals, unrecognizable but it will never forget your name.

[growiingupcreepie]

Im sad this blog is gone, it tells a story. The story is about a boy, who was trying to become a man, and a woman who needed a man, not a boy. He lost her.. This poem is the boys story, it’s about the woman.. And the way his heart wants to quit beating.

[craved-deactivated20230908]

Unlucky in the game. Unlucky in love. Hopefulness in life.

D. C. L.  (via craved)

[thelovejournals]

And her I love you’s sounds a hell of a lot like you can always come home.

Michelle K., And How I Want To (via thelovejournals)

[bbydaughter-u]

https://youtu.be/I_S_TbD1XFM

[bbydaughter-u]

I'm sure you could just see how out of touch I've been

[bbydaughter-u]

Within seconds of pretending you don’t exist I feel more like myself

[bbydaughter-u]

Maybe I have. Walk this time

[bbydaughter-u]

Things to think about People are rooting for us no one ever rooted i am an addict too We might be getting close But you have to be smarter Time speaks honestly More honestly than him You couldn’t rewrite the poem Because you wouldn’t have loved him after. (No greater illusion than depth, the closer you are the farther it seems) Bad eyes, let’s hope you have bad eyes And I might have to get stoned for this Because this is the second time I havnt smiled all day. I’ve never had to think like this My life, or his.