TEMET NOSCE @reclusivenile - Tumblr Blog

“Gather round’ the stove, I tell the story of a wrist … once upon a scale, …”

“Take me to a time…

When I was young…

& my heart could take the drugs and heartache without loss…”

You can’t give someone whiplash,

but then wonder why hope won’t die.

Awakening emotions is like playing with fire.

And fire likes to burn,

before it dwindles out.

When you dangle the possibility

over and over, back and forth,

and expel it into the universe,

to fuel and feed the fire,

to retract then repeat.

How are they to know,

you won’t change your mind

or

you won’t return

like last time?

How do they know,

it’s really the last time?

I NEED IT ALL

I WANT IT ALL

I NEED IT ALL

ALL THE SHIT THEY TALK

ALL THE SHIT THEY WRITE

YOU KNOW I LOVE IT

TAKE EVERY FALL

GO THROUGH EVERY WALL

I DONT GIVE A FUCK

GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW

I NEED IT ALL

there’s no church in the wild

i am back

pop a wheelie on a zeitgeist …

all this fame, i EARNED it, i might as well use it …

TEMET NOSCE