Drunk Vampire

Just wasted thoughts

[drunk-vampire]

I know I'm not hard to love because my best friend makes it seem so easy.

[drunk-vampire]

It's cute in a way, until you cannot speak

[butmyloveyouhavewings]

[keytomind]

🖤👆🏼

[wisp-of-thewillows]

Lord I'm one

One person in the world

Lord I'm two

Two lungs barely breathing air

Lord I'm three

Three days of restless nights

Lord I'm four

Four thousand miles away

Lord I'm five

Five senses that haven't known love like this

Lord I'm six

Six months doubled from the beginning

Lord I'm seven

Seven hours far away

Lord I'm eight

Eight years too old for this ache

Lord I'm nine

Nine hours behind on time

Lord I'm ten

Ten minutes until 10:00.

10:00 turns into 7:00 though

So bless the telephone

It's nice the way you say my name

I'd like to hear it once more before I go

If I could.

[coquettefrat]

"But I wanted you to know"

And it's just you writing paragraphs to someone who doesn't care about your feelings, just to feel like you did the best you could. So you can finally sleep knowing you got it off your chest even though you were never understood.

"There's things I wanna say to you but I'll just let you live"

And it's just you bottling everything up again to avoid hurting someone with the fact that you are hurt. And you let them live when you don't even feel alive anymore and you feel like you're dying everyday and every sleepless night.

Is it better to speak or die?

But somehow everytime you end up chosing the way that's gonna hurt you instead. Because you never considered loving someone without sacrificing yourself. You never separated love from pain.

[drunk-werewolf]

It's all lying broken in my feet again

Every hope, every gentle dream I carried carefully for months

Every portrait of myself I've repainted, in hope it'll represent my progress

Every framed memory I've cherished and idealized

And suddenly I feel too exhausted to even pick it up

I don't wish to salvage any of this

It's funny how something you've been building for months can fall apart in seconds

Perhaps we should measure something's durability, by how long's been falling before breaking, rather than how long's been up

And I keep walking on the broken glass trying not to stare back at my own red eyes on its surface

[drunk-werewolf]

I'm sure my wounds would heal if I'd stop opening them to prove they still hurt

[devils-queen]

666

[imperhius]

[crowded-empty-places]

Remember me? We met tomorrow Where dreams live And the future Has no past

[drunk-vampire]

[needtotalkilllisten]

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[hermajestyimher]

Toughen up. Yeah, I said it. It's time you stop expecting the world around you to bend to your feelings. The harsh reality is that other people don't care about you and only you are responsible for your well-being. Stop taking what others say personally and stop placing so much value on the opinions of nobodies. So what if they don't like you? Do they even like themselves? Do YOU like them?.

Once you've mastered the art of detachment from the perception of others and lower your expectations of people who haven't made any pledge of commitment towards you, it will become easier to develop a thicker skin, to become more laser-focused on you and your own well-being, and to disregard that and those who do you no good.

In a world of snowflakes, be a diamond, which never breaks or bends under pressure.

[bestiolin]

maarten inghels

[tuulikki]

@sherbertilluminated, I love your tags

#i might be missing something but that looks very fine grained and thoroughly oxodized #so like #ferruginous mudstone #you used to be a floodplain maybe

[drunk-banshee]

To be replaced is not to vanish,

but to linger as dust.

Present, yet weightless,

forgotten even while you remain.

[drunk-banshee]

There is a silent pain

in the way the memory of you fades.

When you can almost feel yourself slipping away

You are still there,

pressed between pages,

but the ink grows pale,

and the story turns forward

without your name.

It is a quiet kind of grief

not loud enough to break,

but steady enough

to remind you:

That being forgotten

hurts differently

than being gone.