+clarity:

mess of conflicting impulses; and it seems that worry consumes me more than anything else

[theneighbourhud]

"Spend my days locked in a haze

                Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down.

                        Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I’m missing you”

[gitupgitdown]

[notorious-posts]

[observando]

That’s the trouble with loving a wild thing: You’re always left watching the door.

Edith Pattou, East (via observando)

[floydllawtonarchive]

more precious than any jewel in his hoard

[iflovebeblind]

And you think she deserves better than you. You are right. So be better than you.

Rachel Wiley, from “Her Name” (via chinaofrps)

[ipoetried]

You still talk about that person who used to love you as if they are standing right next to you but you won’t make eye contact when they’re in the same room. You said the aftermath of loving is the equivalent to wearing wet socks every day. I say you need to stop thinking so much and start drying your clothes.

K.P.K (via towritepoems)

[ipoetried]

The Boy Who Touched You Too Often (K.P.K)

[ipoetried]

Let me tell you about what’s going to happen, kid. You’re going to meet a girl - or a boy, or whatever your heart decides to throw itself at. Let’s just say that she’s a girl and she looks like the way grass smells right after it’s cut. You’re going to meet a girl and you’re going to start sleepwalking through life. You should be scared now, kid, because you won’t be scared while it’s happening. That’s the thing about falling - it feels weightless until you hit the ground. I’m not telling you not to fall in love with this girl, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m saying that you will and she’s going to make you go crazy. When you look at her, your brain will pick up the static that no radio station can reach; you will be able to hear the hum of the blood racing through your veins, desperate to touch her, desperate to reach her. But you’ll want to do that without laying a single finger on her. You will see how she stares upwards in her lightless room as if the answers to the questions neither of you will ask were scrawled across her ceiling. And maybe they are. But you won’t take a single second away from gazing at her to look. Love is blinding, kid. Be prepared to walk across the street with your eyes shut tight, because that’s the type of risk you’re letting yourself wander into when you fall in love with this girl. Love always seems like a good idea at the time. When you were six, somebody asked you what you wanted to grow up to be and you said “married”. Now you’re ten, maybe even twenty years older, and you’re still doodling your initials together on the last page of your spiral three-ring notebook. Love makes you childish. Whatever you thought of yourself will be thrown out the window like boomerangs, ready to come back and slit your throat when you least expect it. Maybe that’s what I know of love. I know love always comes back to punch you in the jaw when you aren’t looking. But let me tell you, kid. You’re going to meet this girl and you are going to fall so far in love with this girl that you will be in a different timezone. You are going to meet this girl and give her the power to ruin your life. Be scared, kid. Be terrified, or get the hell out while you still can.

Remember This? (k.p.k)

[w-eekdaywarriors]

Trying by E.S

[utterlyiridescent]

Diary entry (16th June 2014) - M.N.R

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[man-boss]

[s-lc]

[thebirdsareasleep-blog]