inside..take a break from the lie you live

"I guess some people are just born with tragedy in their blood" "I shake from the Hell that the Habits bring"

[yum-nyang]

NICHOLAS: deer hunter (m countdown)

[lucemferre05]

🖤

[nakakitayumas]

NICHOLAS Deer Hunter, 2025

[envydean]

I thought I was a fool for no one Oh baby, I’m a fool for you

DEANCAS CREATIONS CHALLENGE | envydean ↳ Prompt: Supermassive Black Hole - Muse + Light/Dark +  Dark Turquoise (#00CED1)

[beautaplinpoems]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors.” - Nishat Ahmed, Literary Sexts

via @the-book-diaries

[twotheleft]

[lucinasfalchion]

Get to know me: Favourite Antagonists  ♡  [3/10] Makishima Shogo 「Psycho Pass」

[dobladim]

[poemsforpersephone]

SEVEN STEPS TO FALLING IN LOVE // l.s.

step 1. you don’t quite remember how it feels to feel but theres an echo in your chest that you think might be curiosity. or maybe its just heartburn.

step 2. theres something different about the way that he moves, like the earth is a chessboard and every step is a potential loss, another way to be taken from the game.

step 3. you promise protection because it is all you can offer. what else could he want? your fingers were only made to hurt and tear and bruise. you hold violence the same way others hold hands.

step 4. the first time you see him without medication twisting your brain you think ‘this could be a problem.’ you try to ignore that it already is, that is has been for a while now.

step 5. he vanishes into the night and with him he takes your ability to breathe, leaving a gap in the universe, a vacuum sucking the air from your lungs and for the first time in forever you feel fear.

step 6. every bruise on his body is another reason to walk away but you passed the point where you could leave long ago. now your hands try to learn how to hold and to stroke, how to soothe burns and bruises. They re-learn how to be hands instead of just another weapon to wield against life.

step 7. you told yourself that love was a lie because there was no other way to survive your demons. you put everything you had left behind a door made of sulphur and steel, but this boy, who saw more than the monster they created, who would fight the sun if you’d let him, opened your heart by knocking instead of forcing the lock.

(and so you gave him a key)

[meanwhilepoetry]

You wear your heartbreak like your body is a world at war; and every time a soldier dies within it he whispers one last word, and always, it is your name.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[meanwhilepoetry]

Loving you was loving war. When the bloodshed ended, we couldn’t even recognise each other, our bodies were maps of destruction and pain, our faces the aftermath of an entire world in ashes. We were Pandora’s box personified, it just took opening it up to realise how deeply toxic we truly were together.

Nikita Gill, Our Toxic Love (via meanwhilepoetry)

[askingxalexandra]

Denis Stoff

[culturenlifestyle]

Artists Illustrates Mental Illness And Disorders For Inktober

Every year for the 31 days of October, artists participate in Inktober to deliver a drawing each day without fail. Artist Shawn Coss decided to make his project more meaningful by depicting the struggles of a series of mental disorders in a collection of powerful illustrations.

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[alethiometry]

— Alan Moore, Watchmen

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Did you really miss me?

– Lukas W.

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

If it withers your life away, you are not in the right love.

– Lukas W.

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Be still, bloodshot eyes. Stop looking for her face in every crowd you see. She will not be found. Be still, trembling lips. Stop missing the way her skin feels against you, and stop calling out her name. She will not hear you. Be still, shaky hands. Stop breaking the peace that comes to you. You need to stop wanting to hold her hand. You need to let go. Be still, aching bones. Befriend the loneliness in you. Erase the footprints she left behind. Stop being in pain. Be still, broken heart, be still. Stop aching at the sound of her name, stop beating for her. It is time to move on. Be still, time, please be still, and let this weary soul heal slowly.

Lukas W. // Be still (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)