Back from the dead, don't expect much.
Will probably keep up the dissapearing act inbetween posting terrible poetry.
Seems nice here.
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Back from the dead, don't expect much.
Will probably keep up the dissapearing act inbetween posting terrible poetry.
Seems nice here.
I think God is watching, watching
Watching the glances and painful stopping.
I think God is waiting, waiting
Waiting for me or you to become worth saving.
I think He is dying, dying
Forced observer of habitual lying
I think He sees black and blue
I think He sees me and you.
Watching through the soul of me,
He'd see green eyes and litany
Self-aimed bullets to blow off my head
I've seen God and God is dead.
So if a God is watching,
Watching still I do
If a God is watching it's me and my only muse
Is you
Floating away before I ever come back
Sometimes that's the best part
Hearing howling sounds in whirlwind clouds and splitting my sternum to make a cave in my chest
It's not that I don't care,
It's that I know it isn't real.
Try telling frozen bodies to move in dawning sun
You won't get anywhere, the same way I'm stuck
Hitting the same wall again and the same floor again
Punching at the jaw again
All for something to matter
And it never did
I miss the freedom of being a kid.
I'm prepared,
I say, but really I'm trying not to lose this image of us before the storm
I'm trying to hold my breath so you won't hear me shaking.
I may have just slaughtered you
Torn you down, ripped you open from your navel
How can I be ready to see you dead?
But I'm prepared,
I pray, but really I don't believe in God. Or anything higher.
I don't believe you will love me either.
I may have lost myself
Broken my hands, mutilated what remains of me
I cannot be ready to cut off my head
But I'm here
And if that's all that matters anymore I'll leave
Because the meaning in presence and absence is never the same.
So maybe learn to love me from a distance
Or let me go
Never hold me the same way again
The choice I leave to you.
But don't be afraid. It's yours to make.
And whatever you prefer,
If you choose to forget me for the rest of your life or restart my blackened heart
I'm prepared
And I don't think I ever will be more so.
Went to this big bridge today
Well, yesterday. It's tomorrow morning and I can't sleep.
Want to give myself a nosebleed
Watch it all pour out and think, 'I blinked first years ago'.
When I took all that pain
And walked to the house from the end of the street.
I think of the raised fist sometimes.
The coldness, and the threat of, ' If you ever say that again,
I swear to god I'll punch you in your face'
I remember how the front door looked. And the eyes too.
Just remember waiting for the key to turn so I could hide inside.
It feels like that now someday
Like I'm just waiting for the world to move
For something to shift.
So, I guess, yesterday when I stood on that wall
It made sense why I thought about jumping
Losing my balance with the turn of my head
Blinking out at whiteboard clouds
And feeling my body crash all the way down.
Rather bored.
laying in my bed, feeling seconds slip by my skin
it's weird, because
there was a time where I would have told you anything.
Now I see the way you adopt monotony when I tell you the way I'm afraid
because maybe you think I'm lucky, or maybe
you see this as a cry for sympathy, attention.
it's strange, because
the only way to prove the hurt is to spill my blood or die in it.
I begin to think about it. It doesn't seem as bad as it did nights ago,
when I knew I still had a chance of sleeping.
But now all I do is lay awake.
I am waiting to die, to dream, to be proven right.
And every recognition is one you should have made when I told you to,
you seem surprised I have nightmares.
So many are about the way I'm afraid. And about you dismissing me so easily.
Been waking up about 5 times a night for the past 4 nights and all I think about every time is the fact that I would feel so much better if shit like this just didn't happen??
It was a closed casket funeral, you know,
I'm not sure they ever found her body.
Twisting, turning, falling, lurching in a certain kind of darkness you can only feel
They said she died quickly-a second or two-but when I looked in her eyes I saw
Her life. Her childhood, her friends, everything
I saw a long, long story
And I knew she'd read it all
I think I was the only person who knew that.
Pieces lost everywhere, the kinds you can't replace
The wound grew to a chasm
Nobody knew how to fix it
What's worse, no-one even noticed.
Then it happened.
I can imagine the shatter of bones and tearing of skin but nothing is closure enough
I would look even if it were carnage
Even if it broke my soul
But I just look at you now
The empty casket in the ground
And I say that it feels like so long has passed
And I'm not sure they'll ever find your body.
Climb out of the wreck
Just like that, keep going
Keep moving
Upon your hands and knees, scraped and stabbed with shards of glass
I think you're off the road
There's a puddle of blood by the shattered door
No, don't look, just keep crawling
You'll make it but you have to keep your head down
That's good, like that, keep that rhythm
Slow, achy, begging for an end
Yet still you move.
Hey, come on, don't stop
You didn't fly that far
The car's a mess but you're a maniac
You don't have far to fall anymore
You're on the asphalt now, good
Rolled over, belly up and so, so vulnerable
Between the yellow lines.
Stay still and stay there
Wait for a freight to run you over
Then we can bury you properly.
There is a time and place for everything in this universe
Except for all that is mine, forgotten,
Forsaken, pushed back against the walls and rocked against the stone forever
Don't think I forgive you, you had a chance
You had a choice to set yourself free
To let me go, too.
You threw it away, tossed it, hurled it like a broken kid flying for the fight
Well I can throw too
Now when my chance comes,
I'm going to blow this place to pieces and watch the fear in your eyes
And in my eyes you see your own reflection
Terrified
You'll remember you had a chance
A choice
To stop this
Now it's too late
Far, far too late
Today I put on my clothes, nice ones, incase I saw you
It was cold and your eyes never caught mine
I saw your friends talk and stare at me, pointing, brows down, asking each other
Questions I could not hear
You should've come over
Up to me then, or I should've come over
Try to find a way to invite myself to you
Smiling with my tongue chewed up
Yours is almost as loose as your own restraints
And you'll never find me again
Really I hope you don't because
This might be the self destruction I need to set off the bomb
Inside my chest
Ribs flying everywhere, blood on the walls, all over your hands
Did you really think it was pointless?
Think of it, drown it, cradle it tightly
I'll wear something different if you ever see me like that again
Maybe everything you've come to regret
Something you will remember
Unmarked by tide and watched by time our bodies turn to rust
Unblinking eye and all go by, forgetting as I must
Electric blue, the sharp-edged hue that stings me in my trust
The loss and pain of loss of gain, the agony of lust
In dark red rooms and bitter fumes that claw your eyes to dust,
I know you wish to do what your mind reels from in disgust
In wicked games and long taught shames I know it is unjust
To keep from you in heart and pew, to help you to combust
Your face it tells of sickly swells and how your blood will rush
To clot the wound of angered boom, to drown your mind in mush
And nothing in the world will make you click to this adjust
So you go down and into town and suffer in star's dust
You know
We could do what lovers do, and do what lovers must
Deep in your heart it rips apart as agony encrusts
We could be like lovers free, and you would never fuss
Or we can stay alone this way, you'll look but never touch
We can laugh and kiss and sleep and do what lovers must
We'll kiss and lie and then confide in hollow empty husks
We'll know the spin of glory win and how the time will rush
We can do what lovers do, but kiss and never touch
You will never own your world
You'll look but never touch
If I relate to Pete Wentz' lyrics does that mean I'm insane?
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Tag game!!!
Do this quiz
And this picrew
And tag people(obviously)
@anartistwithamask @gummy-axolotl @shadowthegay @auseryoumayknow @copper-ichor @moonysfavoritetoast @alexthescaredenby @invaderxeya @fungal-boy-witch-yay @artists-void @hazbin-hotel-lucifer-simp @ka1-the-pr0ot @theautumnalcat
Thanks for the tag!
I tag @rubyeyebabybat, @stelladoesstuff, @elemit, @clipartreview-blog, and @breathing-sarcasm.
Thanks! :D
@skydraanwyn @roguishwretches @gaypenguinss @atomicradiogirl @darkurgetrash @lewdisescariot
obligatory tagging have fun everyone /nf
The alignment chart did me so dirty but I had a hella fun time w the picrew >:3 thanks for tagging me <3
I shall tag: @whatismyyybpoggg @it-sucks-to-be-a-duck @canigetanuwu @gaypenguinss @cgi-heart-eyes
Oooh thanks for the tag :D
Tagging: @l3m0n4d3-st4nd @i-3at-s0ap @nutria--oscura @phillycheesesteakcore @soup-child @livingponcho
The art style is so pretty AHHHHHH!!! Thanks for the tag!!
Tagging: @louthecoder @bugwantsahug @mthevlamister @lex-the-lesbiann @lemonofthevalley @livingponcho @abeinginsand @scamuel-likely @kazooyay
Thank you~
Loads of fun~ @phillycheesesteakcore @darlingmissmoth @writingrobinsblog @wowbitchymuch (get your ass online loser) @fishyfishyfishtimes @greiiliss
Fun game, it's like making yourself into an adventurer! Yours looks very nice :D
When I was making the little picrew I kept thinking "Yes! Long pants to protect me from the ticks and mosquitoes! Tall boots to walk in the grass!" because I kept thinking about an adventurer who would do foresty things.. but then I saw the fishy backgrounds and I was immediately like "oh."
@eddieintheocean @trickstertox @bethanythebogwitch @ilovecoelacanths @rosybetta and umm... whoever! I sometimes forget to tag people I would otherwise tag
Mad scientist time.
Tried to make my avatar but there weren't enough options
@snakest1cks @sundriedt0mato @a-burnt-muffin @chaoticdelusionangel @scatteredexho @thorned-urchin
thanks for the tag! all the picrews look so neat :D
@zestyonion @tastybrick @catpossibly @missbutnotmadame @draconiandread @sketchygainedyoursoul
echo you bastard
@penguinsr4ever @jos-has-too-many-hobbies @callum-hunt-is-bisexual idk
@foooxobsessedperson @dude-againjustwhy @sewer-rabbit
@padawan-crevette @turboputt03 @crowleystolemyshoes
Very fun!!
@squirrelfromspace @ax-fantasma @eve-the-beep @inkwell-god @completely-real-and-normal-human
@fungisteri @drum-bot-brian @turboputt03 @overclockedroulette @kuro-matcha @cup-of-anxi-tea @kanda-franca @nocturnebby @notsobakedtoast @thegaythespian @leuchtturmhaus @dmpls-sos (and anyone that wants!)
No pressure though!
admittedly, i did expect this. (chaotic good is the only type ive ever played)
@ anyone who wants to play, please feel free!!
My results!! About what I expected, honestly.
Come play with me!
@bxrningdragxn @omniuravity @valiantsuitcaseskellington @ittybittyworm2 and anyone else who wants to join!
Thanks so much for the tag! ^^
ngl I did not expect to be lawful good lol
Let's see who to tag... >:3
@bottlecapsandotherthings @stardustcrucified :>
and of course, anyone else who wants to!
Thanks for tagging me!
@weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral @edenexxe and anyone else that wants to!
fun fact sophomore slump taught me how to spell believe seriously i just kind of guessed. before cause there are too many i and es šššš too confusing
also yay 2 me for actually drawing something today i have had the WORST artblock vro
patrickstump.com blog from April 27, 2008
24ā¦minus the Jack Bauer
Yup. So Iām 24 today. As of 1:06 AM. I guess itās about time for a quarter-life crisis.
I was at an acting coach a while ago and I was filling out this little questionaire thingy in the waiting room. They ask for the range of what ages you could play. Thus far as a crappy little actor Iāve played a 30+ murder suspect on Law and Order, and I was in talks to play a 15 year old Oklahoma boy. I guess I figured that was my range so I wrote it down. Looking at those numbers though, it felt kinda weird. I feel like I could convincingly be either but nothing in between. Like Iām missing my 20ās and Iām not even halfway through them. You get a mortgage and you drive a Civic and you take your dog to the vet and pretty soon you find yourself going to bed at 11 and begrudgingly becoming a morning person. I guess in retrospect, 23 felt a lot more like what I thought 33 would feel like. I guess Iāll have to wait 10 years to know for sure. But then I feel like Iām still a little-ass kid in a lot of ways. I realized Iāve never seen the Godfather movies. Or like Caddyshack. Cause Iām a kid. And I have a lot more to do with my life. Like see the Godfather. And Caddyshack. And then thereās the fact that Iām a little dude at a towering 5'4ā¦closer to 5'5ā¦but I feel like when youāre as short as I am, if youāre really grabbing at those percentiles of an inch thatās just sad. Iād rather round down. But the point is Iāll always be looking up to everybody like when youāre a toddler. I mean, I canāt grow a beard yet. I shaved my sideburns a few months back and I got carded everywhere I went for a couple weeks. I guess itās like how Yoda tells Luke his mind is never on where he is or what heās doing. And Iām still young enough to think thatās a relevant analogy.
-p.stump