#my headspace

[fuckyeahpositivechi]

Appropriate analogies for my life.

[the-pyxis-nautica]

i feel like a bunch of three year olds

EXCUSE ME IM SEVENTEEN BITCH

Jesus christ calm down

fucking jesus would be the ultimate power move

We know, Chaos

*audible groans and the sound of something being chucked*

-sounds from headspace :,)

[jiashi-remade]

[pink-ribbon]

It’s a sunny afternoon during the summer of 2009 & I’m listening to Poker face by Lady Gaga on my parents’ alarm clock radio 

[cldfiredrgn]

The way Eliot looks at the end of the episode, in casual clothing, with his hair a mess of wild curls is the image I run with when I’m writing ‘Shoulder to Shoulder With You’ read the fic, and picture that face, and that smile... just minus the glowy eyes!

[monsterrr95]

I never realised how alone I actually am, it really sucks because I just want someone here right now and just let out all of my emotions.

[infinitedigressions]

Dionysus Wept

Clothed in deceipt, yet I’ve never felt so naked. Halcyonic times are now a distant memory. Clothos tickles my thread with her blade as I beg for release.

I drink this cup, this bittersweet wine so full of life, yet it stings my tongue complete and replete with a lifetime of joys & sorrows. And in a brief foershadow of the inebriation to come I hear his voice whisper ...”In saying yes to one moment you’ve said yes to them all.” As this elixir anoints my mouth I slip further, in quiet yet loud and violent desperation. To feel nothing and everything is the state I incline towards. Senses blurred and charred with an unrelenting passion. A faint ember that has become an inferno.  I am burnt yet I’ve never felt so cold. Images lost, victories triumphs loves and losses.  Heartache, bereavement. Charon holds my hand. “Dionysus weeps my child, you’ve drunk of his tears, Leth’s river has lifted the crushing burden of your life’s sojourn.” “Dionysus weeps my child, you are now an innocent babe, naive free from life’s convictions.  It is here in Tartarus you will find your Elysum. Go. And when you are there Dionysus will weep again. Mnemosyne’s River will restore your burden and you will choose to live your life exactly how you have lived it. Every tear you’ve shed, every passion you’ve had. In the isles of the blessed you will choose to be recursed”

“Then and only then will you understand this great truth, Elysium sleeps in Tartarus, every sorrow sleeps within Joy.  In the innocence of oblivion you’ll return to this life this violent and protracted paradox of duality. You will spin on this axis forevermore with one unfaltering constant. You will choose your life and you will choose your death. A countless recursion of affirmation. You will become what you’ve always been. 

[vast-whlte]

i hate dissociative identity disorder™ and you do not want to have it