bigger than these bones

sold my soul to a three-piece, and he told me i was holy. // just your average writing/inspiration blog.

[quakesource]

It’s what she knows. It’s what she does best. It’s all she can do. (x)

[katsmoving]

you filled yourself up with so much light, you forgot about the shadows that’d follow, so you blew a kiss to the stars, and asked them: how do I survive? and they answered: it’s simple. you burn.

and you have been dying ever since // k.s. (via worthystevie)

[inaptar-deactivated20140701]

[another-dying-desire]

How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all.

Ocg (via 5weetsorrow)

[summersaints]

Martyr

She was a dreamer, wide eyes searching the stars For answers to questions she hadn’t thought to ask She laughs and she twirls her way through life Innocence in the form of one young girl Who saw magic in everything and everyone

She was a believer, her faith that humans had humanity Meant that she was fooled by the masks of monsters She reaches out with soft hands and an open heart And the creatures of the dark would come forth To eagerly tear her apart

She was gorgeous, the sort who turns saints to sinners With the bite of her lips or the sway of her hips Yet she was blissfully unknowing, unrealising Of the effect that a beautiful innocent can have On the corrupt minds and fickle hearts of man

But they brought her to her knees They cremated hope and scattered it to the wind Love becomes a weaponised word To be launched with all the catastrophe of a missile Leaving only the pieces of destruction and devastation

The dreams are nightmares she subjects herself to Held high but brought low by the choices she has made To save others but to condemn herself

The beliefs are false convictions Meaningless prayers whispered through lying lips She can only trust herself

The prettiness is her undoing For where there is a beauty There will always be a ready beast

She breaks, because they shatter her to pieces. She falls, because it’s all she knows to do anymore.

[inkmagician]

there is nothing poetic about clawing at your chest, trying to empty yourself of these poisonous words, coming up with nothing in your palms but blood.

excerpt from four things echo knows to be true  (via holtbekah)

[openlylesbian-deactivated201709]

–and what I really meant to say is, girls like us are fluent in silence. When we bite our tongues, we swallow the blood.

excerpt from EVERY PLACE IS EMPTY UNTIL WE LEAVE IT // h.y.k  (via holtbekah)

[lifeinpoetry]

It is me now Who is the demon And yes yes It is me who is the demon It is me who everyone Should fear

Dorothea Lasky, from “The Demon,” The Blue Teratorn (via lifeinpoetry)

[auradons]

[johnnyssilverhand]

Sometimes it’s good to lose control…

[roryandlogan]

[zlladay]

it’s pouring out, where everyone can see

[luthienne]

You could descend like rain, destroy like fire if you chose to. If you chose to.

Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman (via noorshirazie)

[marvelgifs]

[suspend]

Just hearing you breathing- just knowing you’re alive- calms me.

3 am thoughts (via suspend)

[acciodoctorintheimpala]

[darthvaders]