awalkingcontradiction

I seek love yet cannot detest melancholy, show concern but breed indifference, crave peace but granted insanity. My cure? Derangement of senses till the very end of me.

[parthumanpartfiction]

Bad for her mental health I could be,

Thus part.

However, she's the captain of the ship I'm imprisoned in,

Want as I might, she shall always have a hold of me tight.

[parthumanpartfiction]

there she goes,

flawless,

perfect;

her stride,

massacre incites.

[parthumanpartfiction]

Hiatus, hiatus, hiatus,

From a distance increasing waves goodbye to us,

Me and my words,

Me and all the liquor I chugged.

Serene,

Dear angel, star in my dreams,

For your absence so long, aches,

And I for a drop of elixir crave, since eternity.

[transman-badass]

As a writer on tumblr, likes are just noise to me. They are the polite nod from a stranger when you meet eyes by accident - it means something when you don’t get much interaction with others, but when you put yourself out into the world day in, day out, you’ll quickly forget these impersonal moments happened at all.

Impersonal is the right word. It’s nice to get them, yeah - but they’re a ticket stub, an ‘I was here’ that exists for the benefit of the person who keeps the ticket. Its funny how a form of interaction can feel so faceless, somehow.

I am grateful to everyone who has read my work, of course. But humans are hardwired to want attention, real attention, from others. Babies will die if they don’t get attention, even if they’re fed. I think I get feedback from less than 1% of the people who see my stuff, and that’s just on this blog.

I’m not asking you for pity or attention. I’m just saying… if you can think of someone who has written something you enjoyed, please send them an ask today and let them know you liked it. Just saying “I read ___ and I liked it, thank you for writing it” is enough. It means so much to writers, original or fandom, poetry or prose, reader pov, oc creators, whatever

Likes are white noise. Comments, reblogs, and asks are songs. Please show us your song.

[yes I would like you to reblog this]

[bpdamn]

Sometimes, the pain isn’t poetic. Sometimes, there is no lesson to be learned. Sometimes, all we can do is break down and let it hurt till we don’t hurt no more.

[parthumanpartfiction]

Momentary kicks

never felt so desolate,

to my own funeral

I turn up

drunk,

burnt-out

and late.

[parthumanpartfiction]

Hey folks, meet bluetintedglasses!

My sad, dejected alter ego.

Further musings promised.

[parthumanpartfiction]

- Bluetintedglasses.

Tried an image this time around.

[parthumanpartfiction]

Sleep deceives me.

Nothing perceives me.

Thought our love was made for movies,

But ever since you left,

The moments we had,

I've been reliving.

Will never show you myself because

My face in your presence,

My eyes brimmed with tears

Would reveal me.

- bluetintedglasses

[we-are-lying-on-the-moon]

“I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”

— Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)

[parthumanpartfiction]

Silence is a tortured man's revenge.

[parthumanpartfiction]

- bluetintedglasses,

Lost.

[parthumanpartfiction]

- Bluetintedglasses.

Tried an image this time around.

[parthumanpartfiction]

I await the melody your voice is.

[parthumanpartfiction]

When the end resounds,

A new beginning is around.

[juansendizon]

“Icarus loved the sun too much and died. Narcissus loved himself too much and died. It doesn’t matter what kind of love we choose. We are all doomed to die for it.”

— Juansen Dizon

[parthumanpartfiction]

This.

[ailbey]

Charles Bukowski - Raw With Love