sen

24 | virgo | professional awesomette muah!

[sevens-mind]

i love you too

which is why this relationship is so hard

[sevens-mind]

yo is tumblr dying

[sevens-mind]

another reminder of hope being my enemy, and acceptance of disappointment being all i have

but uh dont kill yourself just hold on till youre numb and keep being kind and spreading love- even if you dont feel it. fake it all for the people that love you. bc there’s purpose to your pain. purpose for u, that u might not be aware of. that way once you’re dying you know you tried, so maybe then the after life might be kind to u

[sevens-mind]

you fall in love by chance, you stay in love by choice

[naturaekos]

““Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.””

—

[sevens-mind]

this always be my favorite fucking book. it’s actually the only book ive ever read for myself. and the one that taught me that books ill fall in love with, exist.

[weltenwellen]

Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

[naturaekos]

[sevens-mind]

holy shit im just skipping through my old videos on my laptop i take when im having a mental breakdowns and in each of the 4 about him i mentiom that he doesnt love me and that im unlovable and im bawling my eyes out talking about it...

WHY THE FUCK DIDNT I GET IT THE FIRST FOUR TIMES lmaoooo @ my brain wtf man

[sevens-mind]

yeah sex is cool but have u ever loved yourself

[sevens-mind]

yo is tumblr dying

[sevens-mind]

im glad god made my mind so dirty

he knew i would need to be filthy

to find someone obsessed

with making things better

only to end up

worse

or

worst, toying with words

no man should ever hear a woman say

where art thou

poor

dirty

pure.

pure chaos

that's all we were

[sevens-mind]

just cause my parents werent nice to me doesnt mean you

get to be

a parent! hah

u r cursed bye

[sevens-mind]

at times i remember love is the greatest drug

because nothing else

would be willing to pay the price of death

that is when he keeps on nudging me to believe

interesting isn't it

when the drug was you the whole time

and the withdrawls weren't a symptom

they were an oath

to change

my

mind

i fawn over my own brain casting

videos projected onto the walls in my head

such beautiful scenes

all cast by me

such beautiful music

that found me

i am not with it

i am it

i am not it

i am

that's it.

admit it

it's not meant

it's mental

love is mental

i have spent two lives losing my mind

in this third time

i begin to feel the sunshine on my breast

and the earth wake up my clitoris

my eyes begin to hunger

wander, her eyes

her eyes turned her into a

M.

[sevens-mind]

if there is a chance

why did the tickle itch

then start to burn

from a bite

here lies an angry daughter

who would happily be a prayingmantis in the next life

if it meant chopping their heads off

i too have always wondered why good girls go bad

i have always been a good girl

but i stopped fearing man long before death

tired of being afraid

we crack our bones on purpose

yell at the government

skip certain songs

and act as if

as if the cursive they taught us meant anything

if it was written in curses.

Law of Man? huMan condition? M. mmm. Mama?

Who am I to fear mother, my brother or the bear? Who am I to fear mother, you or myself? Who am I to, f. feel? Doesn't it seem never ending, the finding of oneself. I have always heard I have a voice, of course I do now is that why my left shoulder blade tingles and

[sevens-mind]

whenever i begin to believe the words i am thinking i am reminded

the voice isn't mine

hollowed be my name

taken by angel

a photo in disguise

the details

the devils angles

anger rustles the artist nook of nasal cavity so deep it is felt behind the right eye.

[sevens-mind]

i think it's funny

and frankly i prefer

writing from the perspective of an aged

little girl, who used to type stories about

heros, who never came

and prayers that were answered in reflections around me yet never could catch my eye

every tick in my body feels like a glitch now

it shouldn't make me happy

but this anger makes me blue

not in the way of tears

but depth and fresh air

like watching my own eyes open

told my eyes were brown

not blue

the sun has told me they are green

made of money

no man could own

this is Gods country, xo 7

[ryebreadgf]

real yearners miss shit that never even happened