KittyPirate:3

Music, poetry, cats, and anything strange

[somewhatsomelikepoetry]

I realised I was screwed when I couldn’t keep my eyes off you

[flowingpoetry]

I avoid writing these days

I avoid to be alone with my thoughts

I feel exhausted and yet strong

Until i come back home from work

And then i sink in a state of paranoid fatigue

Where all i want to do is sleep

And yet I never feel refreshed

And then i have to study

And then i have to read

And then i have to do cook to eat

And then i have to have to have to have to have to have to

Until the cycle is unending and the loop just goes on

And all the while i know I’m wrong

I know i know i know

I should get up and exercise

I should get up and live

I should pick up the pen and write

Write till my fingers bleed.

But I’ve been running away from my problems all my life

And I’ve gotten rather good at it

So excuse me if my only outlet

Has now fallen into the category

of things I’m not supposed to touch

because they hurt a little bit too much

[poetryclub13]

“I want to make a mess. I want to break rules, break hearts, break plates and glasses. I want to scream into the void until my lungs ache and rip my heart out of my chest. I crave chaos so I can convince myself that what I actually want is not you.”

— giulswrites

[myonlywayoutofhere]

“Trying to be your friend and act like everything is okay and that I’m happy for you is going to be what ends up killing me in the end.”

-Day 418

[thepersonalquotes]

[bnmxfld]

[eli0tknight-deactivated20181203]

“There was a time I found your name impossible to say; every time I’d hear it my heart would skip a beat, and I’d hurry to hide what I feared came across my face. I’d sing songs of denial, write poetry about how pointless love was. All so you wouldn’t notice the nights and days I spent praying for the courage to speak your name.”

— Eliot Knight

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @extramadness

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I have made you my obsession. I grasp at thunderclouds, I grasp your nighttime conversation as I would reach for tender vibrant shoulders.”

— Velimir Khlebnikov, tr. by Gary Kern, from “On A Hill,” c. April 1916

[kristensnotebook]

[kristensnotebook]

[wnq-writers]

“do you drink because you’re just having fun or do you drink because after awhile when you look down at the bottle you realize you can’t remember my touch my lips my voice my heart six shots later your heart becomes just as dark as your whiskey and I am just a sunken ship in the ocean of your memories”

— kenzie lawson

[untamedunwanted]

[ourrecoveryproject-blog]

With a knife in your hand, stranded between relapse and recovery…

Anonymous. (via ourrecoveryproject)

[wnq-writers]

I love people who are nothing like the ordinary. The ones who were riding their bikes and skinny dipping and collecting pebbles while everyone else was where everyone else was. People who are raw and chaotic. They won’t know what to say in a conversation but they’ll tell you the physical properties of all nearby planets or play you an instrument or read you their favourite poem. They’ll show you versions of themselves in minute details and roll up their sleeves so you can see their scars. When they speak, they unknowingly say things that awaken an echo in you. When you look at them in the eye you can tell that they’ve been through more than most, but they’re wild and unapologetic, and they will look you in the eye. When you tell them your secret, they’ll treat it like a flower and put it behind their ear. I love people like that, and how could I not? They carry the kind of magic I’ve never seen before; they’ll untie their hair, shake it loose and make you fall in love with them. They’re so beautiful it’s impossible to believe the whole world isn’t pulled toward them the way you are, but because it isn’t so, it makes those people that much more special.

jasmin silja (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I think people go crazy when they spend too much time alone because they find the parts of themselves they didn’t want to know existed

Sandra Lidell (via wnq-writers)