Decathect

I sleep. I dream. I make up things I would never say. I say them very quietly.

[jellomarshmallow]

[katieso]

[l-oo]

[ehxia-blog]

[watchoutforintellect]

I would rather die of fire than of void.

Emil Cioran, from On the Heights of Despair (via violentwavesofemotion)

[a-bstracto]

[lifeinpoetry]

She wants to pray without believing. She wants to give you her body without being in the room.

[witch-baby]

[shoujoromance]

[doopliss]

[papeebs]

[hypervigil]

[buthwhy]

[quotemadness]

Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones.

[buthwhy]

[1000drawings]

[slog420]

I think some people on here are gay