the rat reservoir

♱ religious icon ♱ metalhead ♱ sapphic ♱ teenage dirtbag ♱

[morquetherat]

a floor above me, a ceiling below

[morquetherat]

I am starting to feel like my relationship with my mother will never be the same again. As I am crying about that I feel a panic attack coming, can't feel my body, can't breathe. The only thing that helps is a specific breathing technique. Here i am, breathing in and out and in again, and all of a sudden I remember how it was my mother who taught me that technique, who was trying to help me, who cared for me. Basically my only coping mechanism is gone now. I can't breathe to calm myself without thinking about what once was, how it could be, and then I'm right back where I started

[morquetherat]

we sob into the ashes of our cigarettes

standing over the drain

our bodies are aching

we never stay the same

we're twitching and lifeless

the soiled needles around us

reflect the moonlight like a lighthouse

and it burns, oh, it burns

the radio's too loud

so we inject the sound

holes in the walls, holes in our skin

stains on our bones, dust in our veins

flies watching us from out of the alleys

birds singing their spiteful sonnets

the sun don't dare to touch our fingers

it just screams, just screams

and crumbles up like this

we can't breathe down here

[vanalex]

[grasss-eater]

My favorite colour is green, how could I not listen to Type O Negative?

[missmeriselle]

I don't fear death. I fear dying before death even finds me.

[morquetherat]

i soon will join you yet

[morquetherat]

gravity eater, glitch dreamer, useless void deer

[morquetherat]

like zombies eatin' dust in mexico

[morquetherat]

i think god is moving its tongue

[morquetherat]

para toda mi vida

[morquetherat]

one of these days, I'm going to cut you into little pieces

[morquetherat]

the walls are bending shape

[morquetherat]

i'm not gonna hurt you yet

[morquetherat]

in fields of dead daisies i live tranquilized

[morquetherat]

unmercilessly we will take you away to slumber, but only if you can recite avogadro's number

[morquetherat]

a cool summer breeze on all hallow's eve