poetically disastrous

poetry and stuff that i wont put on my other blog

[poeticallydisastrous]

Burn me to the ground and grow your flower in my ashes, I tend to leave my forest fires behind me, my branches never fully blew the way your wind intended them to anyways

[my-adventure-begins-here]

Andrea Gibson- Lord of the Butterflies

[whatever-you-write]

This is an apology letter to both of us for how long it took me to let things go

_- Buddy Wakefield

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.

Buddy Wakefield, We Were Emergencies (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[nothingspecialkinda-gurl]

[infinityisonlyanumber-deactivat]

I honestly want to show you how sorry i am that i hurt you.

Riskthatimtaking (via infinityisonlyanumber)

[christophermcgeownwriting-deact]

‘drunk in love’

[s-finito]

replacing my heart with another liver so I can drink more and care less

10:53pm, October 19 (via s-finito)

[tookindtobeliked]

[maii2930-blog]

[justmymind1]

Rough.

[extraawords]

I forgot the date in my journal 

[idktorn]

Because 12 shots of vodka burn less than the hole he left in me.

When they asked me why I drink so much. (via idktorn)

[insteadofdisappearing]

12:19am: hey, it’s been a while. how are you? where have you been? are you sleeping better? are you still so lonely? 1:04am: i’m not drunk, okay? i’m not. i just miss you. that’s all, that’s all. 1:46am: just call me back, alright? 1:58am: somebody said you found somebody new. does she love you? does it hurt? 2:04am: i don’t even miss you, dammit. i don’t know what i’m doing. i don’t think about you anymore. i don’t care. 2:05am: whatever, i’m blocking your number. 2:07am: okay so i didn’t block your number. i still hate you though. 2:11am: i don’t hate you. 7:28am: sorry, i passed out. i don’t even remember what i said. can you just forget all this? can you just forget me?

VOICEMAILS || s.o. (via allthesinkingships)

[fuckyeahrudyfrancisco]

Pour yourself into me and I will not let a drop of you hit the ground.

Rudy Francisco (via fuckyeahrudyfrancisco)

[quotemadness]

I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.

Rudy Francisco (via quotemadness)

[lovelustquotes]

If she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys.

Rudy Francisco (via lovelustquotes)