A Collection of Bones.

Mari. 20. Washington, USA. Falling further into the grave.

[legendarykoalapolice]

[marixalejandro]

Darling, you don't have to say a thing. Your silence says everything. You're not holding up your end of the bargain, but I'll continue to hold up mine. 'Cause I've always been a betting man, and I'm just dying for you to prove me right.

[hauntedbymarry]

[marixalejandro]

Thank you, Joel <33

Last night was one of the best moments of my entire life. Hearing my band's name shouted out during BAAO's set was something I never expected to hear, but will certainly never forget. Joel was genuinely one of the kindest people I have ever met, and screaming along to the songs that saved my life with such jovial company was one of the most beautiful things I have ever been a part of. Thank you, Joel and the boys in BAAO, for everything; but especially the free signed tour poster hehehe.

[the-cookie-jar-system]

WOLF LOVE ATTACK !!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU LEGION mwah on your wolp snout - algae

[ifoundcharleslee]

YOU ARE THE RUSTLING OF LEAVES

AND YOU ARE THAT HONEYSUCKLE BREEZE

YOU ARE THE SUNLIGHT

SHINE ONTO ME

SHINE ONTO ME

SHINE ONTO ME

[marixalejandro]

I rarely ever update any more, but...

Tomorrow I get the absolute privilege to open for one of my favourite bands of all time; one whose music has been with me through some of the lowest points of my life since the age of sixteen. I know I speak rather pessimistically of the notion of hope in my life, but for perhaps the very first time in seven long years, I can genuinely say I am happy to be alive right now.

[marixalejandro]

Untitled Piece No. 1 Billion

What more am I to offer than a life of self abuse and advice on letting blood when I lay silent in my room? I'm finding out I'm running out of ways to compensate for the ennui I let seep into the cracks between the floorboards. Nobody I know seems to notice how I sink into myself when I sit around the table at their company. That's the way that it is, and the way that it ends every time.

But I'm tired of pretending that it doesn't get the best of me, when honestly, it's hard to wake up in the morning. But I guess I'm still only but a coward.

Maybe I'll be like this until the day I finally end my life. Drink until I can't feel anything but my grip on the knife. Maybe I'll be like this until the day I finally end my life. I know how much it hurts to grieve, but it hurts more just to stay alive.

[marixalejandro]

This is my friend, Alec. He passed away a bit over a year ago. He was a great man. Kind, humble, compassionate, humorous. He was always there to lend an ear if you needed, and if not, he was equally as content with just sitting together in your company. I will always remember those long talks we used to have when we would skip class together and just speak about life until the bell rang. I just wish we would have stayed in touch after I moved away.

There was no reason or occasion for writing this; I just thought he deserved his own dedicated post. I still think about you, bud. We miss you.

[marixalejandro]

Another year around the sun without you here. Miss you forever, brother.

[marixalejandro]

It's hard to stay between the lines of skin. Just because I have nerves, don't mean that I can feel.

[marixalejandro]

Someday you'll see, I am not worth the way that you bleed.

[marixalejandro]

So whose role have I been modeled after? Mother's warmth and Father's laughter, and yet somewhere in between with my anxieties and guilt. Oh, what is the price of my reprieve if not a life of misery? Held hostage by a blade of shame, with your name at the hilt.

But I still can't find the words to compensate for how vacant I have been. Never meant to take you for granted, but I know that I did. God, I hate myself for how you must think about me now. Know how much it hurts to grieve, but please don't hate me if I leave.

[marixalejandro]

Watch me as I dissipate, dissolve into a solvent fear of change.

[marixalejandro]

Growing Pains

The distance in our hearts is a reminder; a memory of who we once were, and what we have become. In the depths of our dismay, I thought I could find a way that I could atone for all I'd done. But when I opened up my eyes, you disappeared.

You watched as I fell apart, hailing through the annals of my youth, as a numbing ache grew deep within my bones. I fell deeper into a depression I had built for myself, where the pain I felt provided a familiar comfort. Sometimes I still aspire to inflict another wound, because maybe it would bring me back the same sense of release that it did then. Sometimes I miss how that pain had felt, 'cause my voice still trembles when I speak with you. I guess I've always been so weak.

Because even as you choked on every promise you couldn't keep, I knew I could never be the one to leave. Maybe it was foolish, naïve hope that my love alone could be enough to save us. But instead, I have been left as nothing more than a collection of bones gathering dust beneath your sheets, in the bed that you have long since abandoned. I lie alone, discarded, left to decay; such is the consequence of doubt.

I saw the people we were and our condition degrade, fading daily as the words to express my discomfort escaped me — for our love alone was not enough to mend the ache that grew inside our bones.

My memories are yours to keep, I kept them safe for you to use. The smell of you is fading from the clothes you left behind. Aimlessly, I wander through the vacant rooms your love imbued. The dulcet tones of photographs are all that I have left to let you know.

[anistarrose]

my only religious belief is that there is no afterlife except for the ublock origin team who are going to heaven and the youtube anti-adblock team who are going to hell

[marixalejandro]

Sleep

6:11; the Sun goes down to take its rest. The dogs are barking again, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. You call it losing in a sense, the way I waste my days in bed. When I just want to sleep. All I want to know is how to sleep.

You didn’t want to believe in the way that I speak of how I lay in my bed at night, in the fluorescent glow of the light on my wall, and I watch as my blood soaks straight through the bedsheets. You told me as such at the Emergency Room, but still I refused the affections you gave me.

Mother, Father, tell me; oh, why have you cursed me? Laid somewhere between your gifts and curses, I lay awake in knowing that I may never be happy again.

I’ve got blood in my mouth from the veins that I split beneath the weight of waking up to the same mundane speech, and I’m tired, because I know that I’m right. And it pains me to admit it, but you’ve been too vacant to notice, I’ve been pulling out my teeth.

If you could give me one good reason to believe this is worth it, then maybe my mind could shake the indifference. But when they’re out there searching for my body, you’ll hate this song, because you’ll know I was right.

[woman-becomer]

probiotic drinks are so funny. we put a billion guys in here

[cordic]

we gave your drink an infection