checkitOut.

The past is trying to be forgotten, today is trying to be made, so tomorrow can shine brighter then the past ever may.

[infinitainpotentia]

four weeks

fours a charm, threes a charm, twos a charm, ones a charm and six was a charm... for them 

[infinitainpotentia]

and he was gone. and i was free again

[macrolit]

Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.

The Fall, Albert Camus (via macrolit)

[bnmxfld]

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Albert Camus / The Fall (via bnmxfld)

[infinitainpotentia]

san sebastian

And then he sent flowers to my door. 

[sheisrecovering]

You didn’t come this far to only come this far. Keep fighting. You are worth it.🌟

[infinitainpotentia]

Fiesta

The time is ravishing. And my hand is bleeding. 

[infinitainpotentia]

"All things are subject to interpretation; whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth."

[infinitainpotentia]

A broken finger, with a mangled cast from Taking it on and off. Equitable to removed finger cast. Broken finger

[infinitainpotentia]

Unrequited “adele”.

hello, how are you?

Im trying for the millionth time. 

hope you made it out of that town, where nothing ever happened. 

You never seem to be home,

To tell you Im sorry for breaking your heart. 

Im sorry, and hope you’re well

There is no secret i like to talk about myself,

But at least I can say that I tried. 

Yours, Sincerely. 

The other side. 

B. Frappell 

[infinitainpotentia]

Sick

Losing you, wasn’t the hard part. The losing of myself, that left me in a state of dismay and fatigue forcing myself to watch me fall apart was the hardest part. While I was falling apart, I watched everything fall beneath me, with the identity I loved, and though I reasoned it to be my only true self, it’s perished with everything else I loved.

It’s hard to love someone you dearly love, when who you where before wasn’t who you are today. I can’t remember who I was meant to love, because love was the arrow that lays in my identity of what I ought to know.

Now covered, by the sleeves of the blood of who I was, trying my old tricks to make the new ticks, tick. They don’t seem to tick the way they used to, I don’t have those tricks up my sleeves anymore, too sticky with the blood of my identity, id love to try and share with you.

[infinitainpotentia]

leaps of faith

better the risk in turning insane then going insane. 

[psych-facts]

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

 Charles Bukowski (via psych-facts)

[infinitainpotentia]

Forget what you have already learn’t - before you are so far gone that you can’t, even learn to become who you are.

[katehush]

CINDY C

[infinitainpotentia]

let it go, let it burn

[infinitainpotentia]

The becoming.

I understand my thoughts, I acknowledge my wants, I reflect on my desires and I discriminate none. 

[infinitainpotentia]

not so bestfriend.

the pain of your actions radiates within the chambers of my chest, with every heart beat I feel the leaks of betrayal sliding down the anchor of my trembling walls. 

Glimpsing back into the reality, I so reluctantly pulled myself out of. Plummeting back into the mind frame of wallowing self pity. 

In short. 

I cannot forgive and cannot forget.