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zehrasky

Can’t you see yourself

Submerged into the depths

Of the lies you tell yourself?

Can’t you see he doesn’t care

Doesn’t want to talk to you

Even if that’s your only wish?

Can’t you see that the pain’s not worth it

If you are the only one affected

If you’re the only one fighting?

a.t.v

philosophyquotes

Insults are the arguments employed by those who are in the wrong.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau (via philosophyquotes)

philosophyquotes

Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.

Voltaire (via philosophyquotes)

darkness-pulled-me-in

It’s been one year but it certainly doesn’t feel like that cause I am still stuck, stuck in the moment when you cared or maybe I thought you did.

philosophyquotes

Words are never ‘only words’; they matter because they define the contours of what we can do.

Slavoj Žižek (via philosophyquotes)

y0uth-hostel-deactivated2018072

desire, I’m not afraid of. I know what it’s like to be owned, in the lower-gut of thousands, my smile swims like mercury, the scratches down my sides, intertwine with skin on loan. every night, I collected his poison bites, In the yard, I’d bury - the evidence. A box of broken birds, that died in my care. look how many came before you, my garden is rife with decay, barely a man, I watched your eyes burn down and almost cried, losing it via the light of a lava lamp and a hastily chosen CD, there was no, ‘coming of age story.’ only the dictation of sighs, still far too young, did you notice? Your painkiller touch - left me with needles in my back, all the others merely lingered - with dismay and now I have nowhere left to hide these sunrises.

bread of a father, bed of a lover, playing at life, long ago. // y0uth-hostel

drunk-on-writing

i keep you at a distance when all i want is to let you in because my heart is constantly reminding me of the scars that have yet to heal of the bruises that are still tender to the touch of the way it has bled and bled and bled until i thought there was nothing left of me – only now i’ve find someone to make me feel full again whole again and yet i can’t help but to flee before i fall because the memory of emptiness is still so fresh in my mind

(cc, 2018)

poemsbyc

Pick-Up

You had me at

I love to read.

(sexiest pick-up line)

- C. February 8th, 2018

bandaidsfortheheart

It’s just that after you left music felt heavy in my chest. I saw you in the sunset. I tasted you in my morning cup of coffee. Everything just weighed more than it used to. And eventually I got used to carrying you around like heavy chains linked to these favorite things. But today I was in my living room dancing with my dog to some random song when I noticed it. I was dancing.

Dancing, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)