this is a wasteland

21 years down

[written-in-pen]

You were the devil and we danced together so delicately.

E. Grin, dancing with the devil (via written-in-pen)

[oneanddun]

November 7, 2016 || Assago, Italy @ Mediolanum Forum

[allstatic]

[fishlout]

[daughter-of-ophelia]

envisiondragons:

astridthevalkyrie:

dragontatoes:

the-chicken-is-not-amused:

2016 in a nutshell

I can’t believe I’m reblogging this three months later with entirely new context

I love how many notes this has

2016. In. A. Nutshell.

[theremnantsofapoet]

I started sleeping with the lights on. Your ghost still haunts me in dark.

Philippa A. Madsen (via theremnantsofapoet)

[quotejunkiie]

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[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle

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[writingboutyou]

I’m horrible at acting like I don’t care about someone. Because when I care about someone like I care about you, it takes over my mind and my heart and there’s nothing I can do to stop the mess of emotions that flows out of me.

v.m (via writingboutyou)

[writingboutyou]

I craved his touch every damn second of the day and I thought of him always, missing him never skipped one beat of my damaged heart. My mind was always racing with meaningless thoughts of him wondering what he was doing right then or if he was thinking of me too. I was so addicted to him. But addictions either kill you or you kill them. I wasn’t going to let him destroy me. Not then. Not again. Not ever.

v.m (via writingboutyou)

[prosebyday]

I struggle with describing this absence of pain. It may not hurt, but being numb makes for an uncomfortable existence.

Grazia Curcuru (via prosebyday)

[tenwordstories]

I can’t believe that I still think about you sometimes.

Ten Word Stories #398 (via tenwordstories)

[tenwordstories]

You need to understand that you messed with my heart.

Ten Word Stories #407 (via tenwordstories)

[fyp-science]

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re alive.

Orlando Aloysius Battista (via wnq-writers)

[written-in-pen]

You’re staring at him again,“ He sighs. “I’m not,” I reply. “Simply just gazed over in a direction and he was there.” “Then why was that look on your face?” “What?” I ask. “What look?” “You look a certain way when you see him,” He informs. “You look at him and it’s like you’re staring at some sort of galaxy.” “And?” He looks down. “You love galaxies.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[written-in-pen]

You are a hurricane and I have a love for storms.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[written-in-pen]

I have my mother’s nose and my father’s smile, but I dearly hope I do not have their curse of failed love.

E. Grin, divorce. (via written-in-pen)

[written-in-pen]

I wanna make it clear that I don’t love him,“ She says. “But I think I could, and that’s what scares me.

E. Grin, possibilities. (via written-in-pen)