Graveyards

Book of graveyards, home of ghosts. To all those gone, we raise a toast.

[thepersonalquotes]

[cxma-baby]

[abuzd]

[weltenwellen]

Margaret Atwood, from “They are hostile nations”, Power Politics

[ratmiilk]

hello again, today I was very upset so I decided to smoke a lot of weed:)

[momento8mori]

Bro we stan the plant lmao. I love going back to old memories without registering how fucked up everything was and sometimes still is.

[sickly-sugar]

i don’t get it!! why am i the bad guy when i have meltdowns or when i’m upset and can’t explain it? why do you get to have unexplainable emotions but i’m just mean? why why why why why

[vexingturd-deactivated20221011]

[extramadness]

[silent-insanities]

Are you thinking of me?

[thoselovelythings]

[thepersonalquotes]

[horrorandhalloween]

[diaryofaborderlineman]

Today on impulsive thoughts!

Punch everything until you shatter your knuckles! (AGAIN)

See that wall? PUNCH IT

See that mirror? PUNCH IT TOO

No pain no gain!

[momento8mori]

A bit of honesty

I’ve finally figured out my type. I want a man who I can think about while I listen to Fall Out Boy, but also when I hear those olden love songs from the twenties. I want a man with long hair, and enough dreams to coat the world. I want a man who could talk for hours, but keeps him mouth shut so that maybe someone will talk for him. I want what I’ve got now, what I’ve had before but lost. I’m bi, but for now I want what I have in my hands, and what the universe has given to me twice now. I want my soulmate, my split-apart. I want someone who inspires my poetry, and my art, and my songs. 

God, I’m in love again. I haven’t really been in love in what feels like so long. I wanted to write this out because, holy-shit I’m in love again. He’s wonderful and soft and scares me to no end. He inspires me and mystifies me and terrifies me and I love him so so very much for that. 

He smells like sandalwood, and whenever I find myself not thinking of him then the air smells like him and he’s back on my mind. I’ve written enough poetry about him that I could fill a book, a whole manuscript for a wonderful fairy-tale. 

I’m in love again, and I see him in everything. 

I think he loves me back. It feels like he does.

I hear him in good harmonies and in the clash of bird cries outside.

I’m really obsessed with someone for once in my life. how tragic.

[love]

via weheartit

[capsgrantrogers]

I am not a cat person. I respect cats. I think they’re beautiful creatures. I just don’t think they like me. They’re like horses. They can smell that I’m not a cat person. I pet them and they look at me like, “Who is this guy?” When a cat claws, I go to pieces and just freak out. I panic. – Chris Evans

Gifted (2017) dir. Marc Webb 

[thegoodvybe]

[momento8mori]

but sometimes I meet that one person, that one y’know. and there’s poetry on his lips and a song in the lines in his hands and he confuses me so much, but I fall in love with him more and more every day