Darker than Black, Deeper than Dreams

I am psychotic in a normal way, you are normal in a psychotic way.

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Tell me the moment you first realized you weren't in love with someone

[latenz]

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

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The Monster in My House

There are monsters living in my house. I’m one of them. I didn’t used to be. But one morning I heard Darkness knocking on my front door, pounding his fist, demanding to be let in. At first I ignored it. I tried to wait out the frantic knocks like they came from an old lover you wouldn’t wish to see. I tried to silence the echoes of his voice. But I grew tired of hearing him sneer at me or sweetly ask to be let in. So each day my feet brought me closer to the door. He was still outside, and in some ways, I was still waiting for him to come back- like the old lover you just couldn’t get over, or a habit that never left. It was in those moments that I realized it was so much harder to keep Darkness out than it was to just open the door… It took too much strength I didn’t have and too much effort to hold on to Light. So I replaced her with Darkness. I welcomed him instead. More followed. Rage showed up. Hate. Lust. Greed. Carelessness. Cruelty. Envy. Deceit. Selfishness. One by one, I opened the door for them all. I let them in my house. I let them become my confidantes and companions. Until, eventually I no longer could tell myself apart from them. You hang around certain people for long enough and you start mirroring them. Their addictions, behaviors, movements and choices. When you hang around certain people, you become influenced. Well I am living with monsters. I chose to. I opened the door. And it is inevitable that once I betrayed Goodness and Light and kicked them out, there would be more room in my home for the new friends I acquired. The home is where the heart is. But my heart is housing so many of my wicked lovers, friends, and enemies that I no longer feel safe here. My own heart is no longer a sanctuary, but a prison. Because There are monsters living in my house now. I am one of them.

-Kayley C.

[kafkaesque-world]

You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

Franz Kafka, The Castle (via kafkaesque-world)

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they will try to suffocate you. they will drag pillowcases over your head and clamp fingers over your lips to silence your screams, so your nightmares bleed into reality and everything becomes shadows and sweat-stained sheets at 2am. pull knives from between your teeth and spit in their faces and fight the world. make them bleed, and maybe you’ll be alright again.

(then again, maybe you won’t)

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[esotericexposal]

I hate small talk. I wanna talk about death, aliens, sex, what life means and why we are here.

Me (via fxckingsinner)

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She shines like a star so that sunflowers don’t know which way to turn when she passes by on country roads, with raspberry lips that keep her iced tea from needing sugar. She is a meal made with her mom’s cookbook, and an oil change done the way her dad taught her. She is whiskey spilled on a sundress; moonlight spilled on tan skin. Quietly confident and much more spectacular than she’d tell you, she is an underrated heartland gem.

Midwest Dream pensivepenman (via pensivepenman)

[wildfairy]

for persephone: i bring her an ensemble of butterflies. her eyes widen. when she reaches out to touch a wing, they perish. before she leaves i sneak a bag of pomegranate seeds into her hand. she pulls one out, puts it on her left canine tooth. the message is clear: “you don’t get to choose to be a villain or a woman. by nature they’ve indoctrinated you to be both.” she puts another seed on her right tooth. “give them what they want. rip their throat out.” for hades: i bring a globe of the world painted black with red freckles scattered on it. the red paint hasn’t dried when he arrives, he places his index finger on them and smears the paint. on our monthly visits i always bring a cup of red paint. put a new red dot, instruct him to place his finger and spin the globe. before i leave he offers me a glove so the paint won’t stain next time. this is my first lesson on how to get away with murder. for aphrodite: i try to cut a paper heart out of red construction paper. glue glitter onto it. she snarls and rolls her eyes. she wants something with a pulse. i try to explain that i can’t just rip somebody’s heart out of their chest. she tells me to break their heart instead because it’s all the same in the end. for chronos: i bring him clocks of all shapes and sizes. he breaks the glass, rips out the hands. when i return home it’s nine months ago and you’re still here. i send a silent thank you. the clock starts ticking again. he said this would be my last chance to get it right. for dionysus: i smuggle in the highest price wine i can find the first time i meet him. he sucks it down, tells me next time to just bring the cheap stuff because it gives the same buzz. i know there’s a lesson to be learned from his reckless nature. i still haven’t figured it out. i still keep letting you reach out to me like i’m the next bottle. for erebus: i invite him at twilight, take the god of darkness too literal. he arrives an hour before dawn. the sky is a deep blue. he stares off into the distance, wary of the rising sun. tells me to make it quick. my offer was the whole night sky so now i’m empty handed. for the first time i realize nobody wants the darkness. nobody wants what’s already promised to them. i’m trying to find a way to let him see the sun.

life lessons with the gods and goddesses pt. 1, a.l. (via wildfairy)