Jump and touch the sky

Célia Skellington l 27 l Belgium Http://up-in-theair.tumblr.com/ Http://jump-and-touch-thesky.tumblr.com

[cskellington]

“ J'aurais aimé t'aimer comme on aime le soleil, te dire que le monde est beau et que c'est beau d'aimer. J'aurais aimé t'écrire le plus beau des poèmes et construire un empire, juste pour ton sourire. Devenir le soleil pour sécher tes sanglots et faire battre le ciel pour un futur plus beau. Mais c'est plus fort que moi, tu vois je n'y peux rien. Ce monde n'est pas pour moi, ce monde n'est pas le mien. “  

[drogons]

[cskellington]

“ I already know what’s wrong with you. You’re unhappy. You’re isolated. You think you’re the cause of this unhappiness and are unworthy of affection so you’ve few friends.

Recently you lost something you think very important. Your lover, your faith, your family, or all three. You blame yourself for this, so it makes you neurotic, and you don’t sleep and don’t eat anything healthy anyway. You used to take care of your appearance, but you’ve lost interest in that, so you avoid mirrors.

Sunlight bothers you, so you avoid that too, about which you’re guilty because you think it’s unhealthy and even immoral not to like the sun.

You’re not a woman of convention or you wouldn’t be here, but you like to pretend you are so people don’t notice you.

But you sometimes like that as well, and can dress to draw the eye. But then you think the men who look at you are fools, or worse, to be taken in by such an obvious outward show. So, instead you’re drawn to dark, complicated, impossible men, assuring your own unhappiness and isolation because, after all, you’re happiest alone.

But not even then because you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve lost, again, for which you blame yourself. So the cycle goes on, the snake eating its own tail. “

- Penny Dreadful

[cskellington]

“ I used to recognize myself, It's funny how reflections change. When we're becoming something else, I think it's time to walk away. “

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[cskellington]

[cskellington]

[cskellington]

The earth is filled with busy feet, busy souls on busy streets. I feel alone. I’m half asleep and half awake, a slave to every breaking day. I feel alone. I don’t think time will make this right. Let’s just call it what it is.  

[cskellington]

[literarylines]

She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.

White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via brivid)

[cskellington]

“Feet, don't fail me now. Take me to the finish line. Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take [...] Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why.”

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[cskellington]

You seem to replace your brain with your heart. You take things so hard and then you fall apart. You try to explain but before you can start those cry baby tears come out of the dark. Someone's turning the handle to that faucet in your eyes. They're pouring out where everyone can see. Your heart's too big for your body. It's why you can't fit inside. They're pouring out where everyone can see. They call you cry baby, cry baby. But you don't fucking care. Cry baby, cry baby. So you laugh through your tears. Cry baby, cry baby. Cause you don't fucking care. Tears fall to the ground you just let them drown. You're all on your own and you lost all your friends. You told yourself that it's not you, it's them. You're one of a kind and no one understands. But those cry baby tears keep coming back again. Someone's turning the handle to that faucet in your eyes. They're pouring out where everyone can see. Your heart's too big for your body. It's why you can't fit inside. They're pouring out where everyone can see. They call you cry baby, cry baby. But you don't fucking care. Cry baby, cry baby. So you laugh through your tears. Cry baby, cry baby. Cause you don't fucking care. Tears fall to the ground you just let them drown. Melanie Martinez - Cry baby

[cskellington]

[cskellington]

[cskellington]

“We both know that it's not fashionable to love me.“

[cskellington]