fuck man, I don't know.

Hi, I'm John.

[writing-prompt-s]

Write a letter to someone who hurt you

[twentyforty]

Dear John,

Get your shit together man.

Love, John

[twentyforty]

Heavy.

It’s crippling.

How do you describe what you’re feeling when it has kept you silent in the dark?

It’s a blank tragedy. 

Unable to express the pain, it’s all a facade. 

It’s crumbling.

Where does the will go when the heart is no longer listening?

Sadness, complete sadness.

The grip is too tight, I cannot shake it. 

I’m drowning, I’ve never stopped sinking. 

[pettyhawaiian-deactivated201902]

i will never understand why these amazing and radiant women keep choosing mediocre men to date. like stop. love yourself. 

[twentyforty]

Mediocre men? Thats winston marshall.

[crypticcavalcade]

[theofficesource]

The Office Favorite Episodes (as voted by my followers) #5  → Dinner Party

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[buzzfeeduk]

Read more here. 

[buzzfeed]

[twentyforty]

Paul tells me it’s going to be alright, 

Bob tells me otherwise.

Marcus believes in Jesus,

While Alynda bleeds by the river.

Scott sang a song about his father,

Seth was his only brother.

And maybe one day,

They’ll hear what I’ll have to say.

They’ll hear the pain that I bear.

[katherinebishop-archive-deactiv]

this show is a religious experience

[dundermifflingifs]

[twentyforty]

Hear,

Foolishness strikes deep in the hearts of men. 

I tell you I grieve for nothing, but my heart remains bleeding.

Who is lying, my mind or my body? 

Kiss the lips that long to be relinqushed,

Hold the hands that yearn to be remembered. 

Before they rot and fade, 

Like the memories you’ve yet to make.

Death will swallow us whole, 

We may believe that man is so small, 

insignificant,

and tiresome,

but it’s the will that treads among the mud,

it’s the sole that’s so willing, 

when there is nothing,

when there is so little to confide 

and live by, 

when sadness is spilling over the egde

and happiness is dwindled by the never forgiving wind,

like the glimmer of sun before the storm. 

An everlasting torrent of wind and fire. 

I stood firm in the muck,

beneath the grounds that never hardened, 

rather sucked my dying efforts,

to stay above, to live, to breathe.

The Violent cries of thunder and lightning 

shook the tears out of my eyes.

The twisted, yet so delicate beauty 

that surrounds the wicked ways of life,

the cruelty of God and men,

the fucked up fate that left me here to die,

pierced the very fabric of my being,

with it’s dull knife. 

One thing was for sure, 

I’ve never felt so alive. 

[twentyforty]

[broriarty]

[ricktimus]

[ludcat-blog]

[mumfordy]

“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never.” -William Shakespeare

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