my bleeding heart can only send limited words to my brain and my brain can only send scare words to my lips and my tongue, so I write with the hopes of somehow grasping more words from my bleeding, dried out heart.
Noah Kahan
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
art blog(derogatory)
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Monterey Bay Aquarium

shark vs the universe

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Andulka
noise dept.
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@chuuyatheginger
my bleeding heart can only send limited words to my brain and my brain can only send scare words to my lips and my tongue, so I write with the hopes of somehow grasping more words from my bleeding, dried out heart.
man why was i born looking like this
scissors,
tweezers,
plungers,
nails,
surgeons,
whatever it takes.
I'll do anything
just please,
go back to normal
before it's my wedding night,
and I'm insisting my lingerie stay on
not just because the top is sexy
but because my whole soul is underneath
hidden behind a wired bra
that doesn't fit anyway
chuuya fucking eats dazai 2025
posting this, putting my phone on vibrate, and then shoving it up my ass
ascending in the prescence of beauty
Kinsidering House.
Incredible Hilson art in the boba shop in the next town over.
twitter continues to reach the goal ðŸ˜
random poetry from my notes pt. 2
I Love You. A simple three words, spat with haste A simple three words, Of which I'll never hate. To most, I Love You means just that A plain declaration of love One that is often false.
But to me, I Love You is much more I Love You is what I say to express The things I could never say The things that I couldn't speak Without red cheeks and sweaty palms For inside each horny poet is a little bug, anxious of the grass.
I Love You, A simple three words which I can describe in many more
I, the I who has cracked hips, scarred lips, and clawed cheeks. I, the lonely poet who can but sing songs to the moon, hoping it will respond. I, the stupid girl who believes that if she tries hard enough, she will be beautiful.
Love, the love that comes not from feeling, but from soul. Love, the sweet nothings from one old partner to another. Love, the kind that made characters in books destroy themselves.
You, the you that always gets tomatoes at lunch, just in case. You, and your smile that empties the thick sludge from my lungs, and breathes air into them. You, with beautiful skin I want to touch until every pore is filled with my filth.
I Love You, but you'll never know how much Never know how many words I trace in my head to fall asleep, only to forget the next morning. Never know how each time my heart beats, it fills once more with you. Never know, the picture of you that snuck in my mind and stopped me while I was writing my last letter.
I want to feel your skin. I want to cherish each molecule and atom of your soul, because God made your shape perfectly to fit into mine.
In case you were wondering.
random poetry from my notes pt. 1
scan, poke, pick, repeat. scan, poke, pick, repeat.
Repeat over, And over, And over. Repeat until I am, But only flesh Supported by a frame Of white calcium Scratch further Pick until I'm carving Carving marks into my bones Degrading my bones to nothing
The eerie screeching sound A quiet, but soulfully loud sound
The sound of my face being ruined The sound of something scarier than a bacterial infection The sound of my face becoming a sight mothers hide from their kids A sight I can't even face in the mirror Without destroying my dignity Destroying my image An image that I can't even remember seeing
A normal human face What does it look like? What would my face look like, Without holes, Without shame? It's a sight I'll never see again My face when it was beautiful
God gave me the ability to copy; not create.
headcanons about dating james wilson <3
he cheats on you with house
white boy, you are GAY.
they’re sooo in love
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Updates
I'm pretty sure no one gives a shit but just in case here's some things that updated while ive been inactive
I broke up with carly
im now dating someone new
i started getting into the freak circus
i finished tgcf
i started yuwu
im not depressed anymore
i farted
i cannot write today.
cannot fill the pages,
with words i cannot find.
cannot move my hands,
without remembering where yours were.
cannot sleep on it,
when my dreams are filled with your calloused,
forceful hands.
i cannot speak today
without my experience seeming small.
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He does BSD (sskk), and I did see It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, but I'm not sure about other fandoms. You'd have to ask him.
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