June 2013
2 posts
May 2013
10 posts
Words.: Before and After →
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I wasn’t always like this.
I have known great love before, a colossal, pure, magnificant love.
I expressed this love without reserve, never shy with my affection.
This love was sharp and bright and loud and certain of forever.
The end was devestating.
I have yet to feel such pain like it.I…
Crave
I
I’m itching for a crowd
For
For ecstasy to melt into my ears
Move
Dance
Bodies pressed upon bodies
Numb
Numb the pain
The pain
The pain
“I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.”
—Franz Kafka, from Dearest Father: Stories and Other Writings tr. Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins (via c-ovet)
“Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.”
—Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via c-ovet)
Then fuck it some more.
Lost
You’re lost. You’re beyond the cost of wanting to be found. You continue to drift and float in this everlasting abyss.
My memory of you
Is so tangible, I can still feel your lips against mine.
“Just an outline made of skin
And my walls are paper thin
I wanna let you color me in” —
And my walls are paper thin
I wanna let you color me in” —
April 2013
10 posts
Run Away
I’m afraid of what I feel for you
& I can’t stop it from happening
So I’ll let you go
Before it ends in disaster
I’m afraid
So I’ll run away
Before we’re hurt again
Molly
I don’t like you.
I’m too sensitive to anxiety and depression for you to be fucking with my emotions.
Fake happiness: not cool, dude.
Not cool.
Soaked In Soul.: I always seem to find something in my mind that strangely connects you... →
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I always seem to find something in my mind that strangely connects you with me; It might be the simplest, tiniest thing; a movie recommendation you made months ago, some flower I’ve kept out of the numerous ones you bring yourself to randomly give me on cloudy days. I carry parts of you even in…
“Sweetheart, it isn’t lust;
it’s all the rest
of what
I want with you
that scares me shitless.” —Marilyn Hacker, from Love,Death And The Changing Of The Seasons: Didn’t Sappho Say Her Guts Clutched Up Like This? (via violentwavesofemotion)
it’s all the rest
of what
I want with you
that scares me shitless.” —Marilyn Hacker, from Love,Death And The Changing Of The Seasons: Didn’t Sappho Say Her Guts Clutched Up Like This? (via violentwavesofemotion)
Crave
I think this is the beginning of something good
Yet I’m afraid of what will become of it.
Will you tire of me? Will feelings fade?
Is this nothing but a temporary comfort?
A phase?
But even these questions
Do nothing to purge me of the desire I feel
For you
For you my blood boils
My mind hazed
I feel nothing but your essence
Even miles upon miles away
Day after day
I recall every dip of your abdomen and chest
The broadness of your shoulders
The hardness of your back
And in these moments
I no longer care
Of insecurities that linger there
Level Up
As much as the past haunts me,
I’m slowly coming to terms with it.
I was at rock bottom, & I thought..
‘It could only get better from here, right?’
And surely, it has.
