death ramps*

Status: belligerent ghouls run manchester schools
Joined: September 6, 2013
Last Seen: 4 years
user id: 371066
Gender: F



makes my head pirouette 


hi im rachael 

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Quotes by death ramps*

If he’s not calling you, it’s because you are not on his mind. If he creates expectations for you, and then doesn’t follow through on little things, he will do same for big things. Be aware of this and realize that he’s okay with disappointing you. Don’t be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they’re going to do. If he’s choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn’t respect your feelings and needs. “Busy” is another word for “asshxle.” “Asshxle” is another word for the guy you’re dating. You deserve a fcking phone call.
— Greg behrendt

have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?
maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
a threat.

 
maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.

 
maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.

 
maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.

 
i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.

 
i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.

 
i am not your pretty girl;i
 am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.





R.K., I am the Wolf Only Contained



the night is the worst time of day
darkness is uncomfortable and consuming
dilated pupils and cold fingertips
i wish you were here right now so
i could count the lines across your hands
and watch the brown in your eyes disappear
before there's nothing left
but you around me
and nothing but my mind around you

 


fxck
Im so mad
I just wish I were a good writer
I wish I could say thing about your nose and eyes
and oh god your
skin
so someone
anyone
would understand how fxcking crazy im going,
but all ive got is
sometimes I want to reach over and grab your hand
and sometimes its 4am on a Tuesday
and my heart is beating faster because I saw your face in a
dream
and its fxcking crazy





I'll probably swim through a few lagoons
I'll have a spring in my step
And I'll get there soon
To sing you a happy tune,
tomorrow
And you better bring a change of clothes
So we can sail our laughing pianos
along a beam of light
But I'm quite alright
Hiding tonight




The eyes are getting heavier 
and whether you’re asleep or awake
is a mystery
would a kiss be too much to ask?
When you fit me like Sunday's
frozen pitch fits the thermos flask

 "Dearest,
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ’til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. 
V.”

-Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonardo Woolf while exploring the library


It's a pity

It just hit me we can't go back

To the chest touching on the back
 

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I love you so much and I hope things are better tomorrow. Please be strong but its okay if youre not. At the very least remember I care about you so very much.
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I’d rather write about this world than live in it and I’d rather play music all day and read and wander around in bookstores and watch humans but not be one of them.