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Dying alone doesn’t scare her. She’s guided herself for so long. But the world without her does scare me.
Dylan Garity - “Learning to Curse from My Grandmother”
Performing at Button Poetry Live. Help us make Button Poetry more accessible!
(via buttonpoetry)
You always said that we would never give up the things we loved in order to spend time together. Little did you know. You were one of those things that I loved...
You and I fit together perfectly Like two jigsaw pieces From two different puzzles.
There is no natural law that states things have to get better. Sometimes life sucks. And it continues to do so. For all of eternity. ~ Thoughts my brain has at 2AM.
Oh darling, we are nothing more Than sweat and blood And muscle and bone And beating, treacherous hearts. Neither of us are metaphors, my dear; We are not made of poetry.
we are not the gods they want us to be // p.s. (via madzie-bane)
Lesbian problem number 134848. You dress like a male Car Mechanic...
This is a love letter to the one I will never get to love. This is also an apology letter to you, for the time I took to let you go in spite of not having you in the first place.
Lukas W. // The letter (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
"Honestly, I'm okay."
The world is wobbly, straight edges curve as buildings tall as giants sway like trees dancing in a storm.
“Honestly, I’m okay.”
Colours blur, a checkerboard swirls into a pattern of greys, and there are no clear corners to turn.
“Honestly, I’m okay.”
My chest feels heavy as my head is light, my body falls down to the gravel ground and my skull tries to pull, pull me upward to the clouds.
“Honestly, I’m okay.”
Tears flow and flow for days on end, waves breaking in hard splashes against the walls of my room; my tomb.
“Honestly, I don’t think I’m okay.”
I swim through air, treading in a lake of treacle, everything pushing against my body with more pressure than it really should, my arms and legs moving in slow motion while my brain talks too fast.
“I’m honestly not okay.”
The mirror shows me a face not my own, the face of someone who likes nobody and nothing and is worthless and unliked, grotesque and a loner, who dreams of only blackness.
No words
You are the only thing I can ever think of.
– Lukas W.
And how I'll never get to see that dopey smile again...
I really really hate cardio...
Relationship Status
Single [ ] Taken [ ] Unrealistically waiting for Lynn Gunn to fall in love with me [✓]
Unknown Caller
I can't help but wonder what would happen If I called you up, tonight. What name would flash across the face of your phone? I can't help but wonder what would happen If I called you up, tonight. I can't help but wonder Would you even bother picking up?
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “we cannot own happiness with our hands intertwined.” “That’s okay,” she told him, “if I cannot be happy with you,” “Then I will learn to be happy without you.”
Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #136 // “I will survive“ (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
You are stronger than this *Note to self*
You say that it is selfish. To take one owns life. But I think that you are selfish. For wanting me to stay.
Inhale. 1. 2.. 3... Detached. Nothing. Body embraced by numbness. Nerves scream out. Begging you to cut away at this passive indifference. It's choking you. You can't breathe. God, even pain would be better than this. WAIT. STOP! Feel the sunlight as it dances across the lashes of your eyes. The way the tears caress your cheek like her fingertips once did. Focus on that. Experience that. Feel that. And Exhale. 3... 2.. 1. Put. Down. The. Blade.
She was the kind, That could make hurricanes bow down in silence, And listen to the storms within her.
a.y. (via inksomniac)
