The Mortician's Assistant

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[visceralreaction]

[visceralreaction]

Lucy takes the long way home Meets me in a field of stone She says I don't know how I'm supposed to feel My body's cold my guts are twisted steel I feel like I'm some kind of frankenstein Waiting for a shock to bring me back to life But I don't want to spend my time Waiting for lightning to strike Underneath a concrete sky Lucy puts her hand in mine She says life's a game we're meant to lose But stick by me and I will stick by you I'm like a princess in a castle high Waiting for a kiss to bring me back to life But I don't want to spend my time Waiting for just another guy

[nickmiller]

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[memesforu-blog]

Send "Dance with me" to pull my muse in for a slow dance.

[visceralreaction]

[ cloud overview ] [ get your own cloud ] This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Sep 2013 and Nov 2014 containing my top 20 used words.

[visceralreaction]

[thegoodvybe]

[quoted-books]

Trauma. It doesn’t eke itself out over time. It doesn’t split itself manageably into bite-sized chunks and distribute itself equally throughout your life. Trauma is all or nothing. A tsunami wave of destruction. A tornado of unimaginable awfulness that whooshes into your life - just for one key moment - and wreaks such havoc that, in just an instant, your whole world will never be the same again

Holly Bourne, The Manifesto on How to be Interesting (via quoted-books)

[word-stuck]

[archive-jamesridleyesq]

They say happiness is like good health. You don’t notice it until it’s gone

Older doctor, A Young Doctor’s Notebook (via jamesridleyesq)

[words-and-coffee]

Then my heart grew hot and a rage of emotions welled up inside me. Anger, pity, fear, panic, hatred, confusion, despair, sadness, madness. And I wanted to scream and shout and tear the walls down. I wanted to hit something, hit someone. Hit him.

Kevin Brooks, The bunker diary (via words-and-coffee)

[hnnhtylr-deactivated20140620]

Missing you comes in waves. Tonight I’m drowning.

Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via sovereignofcamelot)

[quoted-books]

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

Jodi Picoult, Leaving Time (via quoted-books)

[favorite-quotes-of-mine]

[forgottenfeeelings]