Masterless

Icarus, you fool.

[wingsinged-blog]

For you maybe

[hoeonfilm]

[dulcefin]

[imthe7deadlysins-deactivated201]

I’m a mess of person but I’m loyal and I’ll love you with everything I have.

[jennyhoelzer-deactivated2016120]

[ofcowardiceandkings]

do you ever get confused about where your mental illness ends and where you being a piece of shit begins ?? like am i just being difficult or can i really not do that

[endless-unfolding]

Childhood dotted with bodies.

Let them go, let them be ghosts.

                No, I said, make them stay, make them stone.

—Gregory Orr, “Origin of the Marble Forest,” in City of Salt

[jwfeelings]

I’m so tired.“ "Then fall asleep.” “I’m not that kind of tired.” She said, “Sleep won’t cure this type of tiredness.” “What do you mean?” He said.  “I’m tired of acting like I’m okay, tired of these people in our town, and I’m tired of saying sorry. I’m sick of running from my life, and I’m tired of being stuck. I’m just tired of being tired.

from a book I might write by jwfeelings

[wingsinged-blog]

Ple ase come back I’m sorry

[wingsinged-blog]

I miss them.

[wingsinged-blog]

My being alive is a debatable subject.

[wingsinged-blog]

I don’t feel like me anymore.

[antigonick]

Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don’t make a noise, don’t leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you.

Richard Siken, excerpt of You Are Jeff (via henrydear)

[wingsinged-blog]

bratpills:

i get these violent urges and moods where i just want to fight and bleed it’s like an ache in my chest

[pigmenting]

You tell yourself that you’re not lonely, you tell yourself that you’re just fine and yet, You find yourself clinging to the legs of a kitchen table like a child, hiding beneath a tablecloth like you once did in the folds of your mother’s red dress You find yourself trying to adjust the arms of your chair, trying to move them this way and that but they can never hug you tight enough You find yourself falling apart in the hands of a clock at midnight but these hands keep moving and you can never catch up You find yourself on your knees at the mouth of a river, gulping handfuls of dirty water as if this is your oasis and you cannot stop drinking You tell yourself that you’re not lonely and yet, and yet

Kelsey Danielle, “Recreating the Body” (via pigmenting)

[emerald--space-deactivated20170]

Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it - living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

Richard Siken, “Birds Hover the Trampled Field” (via tfioschampagne)

[exoticbitch98]