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[hanlonwrites-deactivated2013102]

No one but me

I want you happy But I don’t want anyone But me to do it

[goto-sinandserotonin-blog]

symbolism.

people read too much into things.

“you cover your eyes while you sleep because you wish to ignore things; you are already too troubled to care. you rest your arms on your head because you want to protect your mind from outsiders.”

or you know, I sleep like that because it’s comfortable.

not everything is symbolic.

put down the Freud.

[delicatelybruised-blog]

You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

Franz Kafka (via delicatelybruised)

[fivebyfivehundred]

Resolute

Forget slimmer, more productive, whatever: just try to fuck up less.

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[maybeyoullfindthissomeday]

We drive eastward, farther into the desolate lands of the Great Basin, where I drove years ago but this time not alone. I park the coupe along a dirt road and together we laze upon the hood of my car to watch the sun bury its light behind the western horizon. And the night, it begins

[gardencherub]

I keep thinking Of the way you looked As you edged me on into Your impure kisses. How you treated me As I haughtily protested Your eyes Looked blue as the ocean Like I could delve into them Be a beautiful mermaid With an equally beautiful prince The way your lips pouted And your cute teasing voice Makes me cringe with addiction floating on my brain Making me want to sink To my knees And break down In ugly sobs And beg the air For another chance To delve deep Into your calm caressing eyes

[bluefeathernotes-deactivated201]

lala lala lalalala

this is how things start: tongue brushing the palate to create melodic nonsense. like baby’s first word. gibberish jibber-jabber hiding intent, all flowing out.

(ksch, ksch… haaaaa, haaaaa)

the appearance of chaos is just that - an appearance. beneath it...

[theultra-cheeze]

You dismantle my words. Rip them apart like last week’s paper. My sentences become fragments and they don’t make sense. 
 You stop me before I make my stance, not with longing kisses or enamoring words, just by saying, “okay.”

I’m not asking for much actually,
 just for your attention. Ten minutes, that is all. 


[sweetdreams-dove]

16 jan 13 (danger! the tumultous sea)

danger! the tumultous sea

is in the mood for bashing heads.

do you dare step onto the beach?

the tempest will sweep you away!

did you think this was safe?

go back where you came from;

a pretty girl like you has

no business around a moody, violent

sea— an indifferent ocean such as me.

[when-i-was-in-whistler]

I wonder how this all began. Our simple, silly love. Just what was going on above The day I took your hand?

The day I took your hand in mine And led you to the shore And danced the waves in triple-time Like no one else before.

Like no one else before we feel A love so deep and true, For you love...

[flutters-of-butterfly-wings]

There was a moment when time

froze.

stopped.

and then continued with us, leaving this glass prison an empty wasteland of shattered hopes and beautiful dreams.

And I hope that you won’t leave me alone in this darkness with my thoughts for too long.

They have a way of

tearing. clawing....

[f-illwithfire]

My eyelids are heavy with burdens And my mind clouded with with a shot of NyQuil

As demons win the war against my internal clock

i cannot decide if it is the drugs coursing through my veins

Or if it is

Resignation.

[luxmendax-deactivated20141206]

there’s a beauty in sad people and there’s a sadness in the beautiful—

I’m trying to figure out why a flower, slowly wilting away is such a poignant image to me.

I’m trying to rationalize the symbolism of a rose blanketed in crimson flames.

every girl I have met and have fallen in love with

[blissful-unawareness]

[suicideandcheese]

After the Bar

You’re socially awkward now. You never used to be like that. That’s what happens when you sit in a room and think too much. I can’t believe she said flat out she’d fuck you. That’s what happens though. See, you can get laid. But it means nothing to me.

[thinkingwithapen]

I think you broke me.

Because I don’t care anymore. Pride isn’t a thing. I’m going to go to the beach tomorrow and run into the ocean wearing a dress. I’m going to freeze to death and scream as loud as I can. And maybe he’ll be there watching. Be there with me. And maybe he won’t. But...

[inkywings]

for years, i hid death beneath my waistcoat like the pocket watch it was.

when i showed it to her, she asked me not to lie.

and i am tired of proving the ends of my rivers to you, i am tired of proving the width of my veins and the willingness of my skin to you.

i am sorry that you do not believe me, but there are no lies here. 

for those, you must look beneath your own eyelids.