To die would be an awfully big adventure.

Hi i'm Audrey. I like art and drugs and not much else.

[narcoticunts]

Why do armies always charge in movies like wouldn't you want to save your energy and just use a brisk pace to get to your enemies those swords look heavy.

[narcoticunts]

[ipoetried]

“It’s more than a handful of pills  or skin too far apart to stitch together, it’s a lot of "oh god I’m so angry maybe if I hurt more I’ll be happy. Your smile just makes me sad now I’ve been so low for so long I forgot I was even down and when it’s bad you don’t know what better is and when you’re okay you still have a sleeping disease It was the littlest thing but you still need that release and it’s more than too much vodka or a gun pressed to your tongue, it’s not sleeping the night before your birthday because you waited too long to die young.” k.p.k

[unheroically]

[chnll]

I’ll never tell you this again

[narcoticunts]

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three. Now the moon had never learned about drinking, And my shadow had merely followed my form, But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow; To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring. Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me; Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild. Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together; Drunk, then each went off on his own. But forever agreed on dispassionate revels, We promised to meet in the far Milky Way

[oceanflowerbird]

There’s an empty feeling surrounding my heart, suffocating my will to live and I don’t know whether it’s there because something’s missing or because I was always meant to be incomplete.

Pien Pouwels (via oceanflowerbird)

[thoughts-memories]

[dreamvirgo-deactivated20160621]

[drugsandtvshowsallday]

[stolenwine]

They call the thing that fights to keep itself, rageful. So show them that storm. Show them what it tastes  like to be made the way we are.  Be rageful.  Do not let yourself be shamed for refusing to  be drowned.

“for the ones that must.” by Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

[poppyflowerpoetry]

I knew I could love you when I first saw you tired.  Your eyes were drooping shut  and your smile was fading because all that light burned up too  much energy. You slumped into  me as you slept and I could  feel your warm, steady breath on  my skin, barely there, like  a whisper in the night. When I  wrapped my arm around you and pulled you closer to me,  I had a flash of what forever meant; I saw thousands of nights ahead of me. In every last  one of them, I was holding you like this.

Sleep by Auriel Haack (via poppyflowerpoetry)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

These days of only poems and depression – what can I do with them? Will they help me to notice what I cannot bear to look at?

Robert Lowell, from Notice (via violentwavesofemotion)

[wnq-writers]

Why would I romanticize it as anything other than what it was? It was lonely and sad and degrading. He didn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care anymore.

mathematical-muffin (via wnq-writers)

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

Maybe mama was right. She said to never trust someone who could make you open up as easily as the way sunshine and water made flowers bloom. Mama was right when she said that you could be the prettiest rose in the garden but someone would be allergic or didn’t want to get their hands dirty.

She said “I told you so” // Ming D. Liu

My collection of proses + poetry The Letters You Left Behind is available on Lulu, Amazon, and B&N.

(via mingdliu)

[cramp]

even if I got drunk enough to forget my own name, I would still know yours like the back of my hand because you can’t ignore a cut that’s still bleeding

I can’t drink this pain away (via cramp)

[wnq-writers]

I do not desire a quiet love, I want a love that roars, So loudly it cannot be ignored.

my-cynical-romance (via wnq-writers)

[narcoticunts]