restless.

nothing is ever safe.

[latenightsopenminds]

[latenightsopenminds]

2.25.18

 There’s a point in my life where ever time I cross the train tracks, I wait for the wreck. Where I’m walking alone at night and get shot in the back. Where looking at someone will end with a fist crossing my path. Sometimes these thoughts make me believe I’m a masochist.

For some odd reason, I romanticize death and being aroused by pain. From girls who break my heart; to peeling the skin on my fingers apart. It gives me an intense form of gratification.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this, except I guess that this is how I cope with loneliness.

[latenightsopenminds]

I have a case of the spins.

[latenightsopenminds]

A few days ago a thought I tried to forget about has been pushed to the front of my head. I now can’t stop thinking about it and had to write it down with tears coming down my face.

[latenightsopenminds]

infinite.

When I look into your eyes, I’m in constant shock. We make eye contact and the world stops..

Your smile is the most contagious thing. Everyone in the room gets so excited when you do. Your laugh helps everyone and you don’t even realize. It brings even the saddest person up.

The remnants of cigarettes and coffee on your lips keeps me addicted. Such an impossible habit to break.

God dammit, your skin. Pale and soft. Tracing your body lines with my fingertips. Our feet rubbing together just to stay warm. Just another reason for us to not be apart.

Nothing feels more right in my life than you. If I could give you the world, it still wouldn’t be enough. You’re the perfect specimen. Thank you.

-k.e.h.

[latenightsopenminds]

7.18.17

  I’ve thought about killing myself recently.  Watch the destruction unfold and the world shake underneath.

  But I don’t commit. I commit to breathing and letting things put me down.

  I’m writing this thirty miles away in a different state on a public park bench with no alcohol running through my veins. The Night sky filled with stars that illuminate the dark. The metaphor being everyone’s eyes fixated on me.

  Stop staring at me, quit destroying me. This is not meant to be sad, just realistic.

                                        It’s beautiful.

-k.e.h.

[banakisacadeki-deactivated20151]

[8birds]

[vhrpx]

[latenightsopenminds]

Life in a nutshell.

[lnktastic]

[breauna]

[jrballard]

So I heard about this story at a Zumbathon I attended this weekend. To my understanding, a 3 year old was bit by a pit bull and needs facial reconstruction surgery. The community however isn’t doing a very good job at helping because the mother and father of the child have a lot of tattoos. All I could think when I heard this was - Tumblr wouldn’t stand for that. Here is the link to the news story and to the fundraising site, please signal boost :)

[fuckyeahtattoos]

Boosting the signal.

[latenightsopenminds]

This sucks. But, I love this band.

[latenightsopenminds]

[svrvival-blog]

[born-t0-lose]

Being As An Ocean - The Hardest Part Is Forgetting Those You Swore You Would Never Forget