sickcunt

tell me why the age of the crimson queen is upon us.

[linxspiration]

[feral-ballad]

“…in your note is the taste of sugar; your note brings me night and morning the scent of fidelity.”

— Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, tr. by A.J. Arberry, from Mystical Poems of Rumi

[tacobaeked]

I wonder how we capture stability

Only seeing in fragments

To keep the calm

That’s the challenge

To keep anything, really

[televandalist]

[saaga]

THIS WAS SO FUCKED UP LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

[tacobaeked]

This is something ill live to regret You were the one that called me a crowd pleaser Im not talking about the scars forming on my legs from the constant picking of my burns This is salt on a wound thats been festering for moons Always been one to pull at loose strings Lets watch this unravel Praise me for how good I am at stitching it back up I can hide the tears and tears Lets hope the show is worth the admission

[melisica]

[neckkiss]

Overthinking does kill your happiness

Unknown (via neckkiss)

[isawatree]

[tacobaeked]

Winter is good for hiding things Like the blues the burn marks on your legs Hats to cover bumps from beating your head off of everything Try harder Maybe knock some sense into yourself

[tacobaeked]

This is the experience where you once thought you had admirable qualities and a speck of desire Just to find out youre disgusting and unlovable Choose settling for less or reaching for too much Regardless you will be left disappointed in the darkness of your own mind Wondering why bother Why subject anyone to this Why couldnt just be someone else Someone worthy of love Or atleast better than what you are now..

[tacobaeked]

Its one of those days where any progress you made seems futile and you sit and try to figure out why you cant just be less of the way you are Why your self destructiveness reigns supreme and how that is the only thing that makes you a queen of anything I used to be the bearer of the bad now i am burning down all that is good and kind around me

[rhaaen]

[blvck-zoid]

More — Here

[melisica]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia—

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written c. March 1950 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[cerastes]

[tacobaeked]

I cant remember the sound of your voice but still I wonder if I cross your mind.