Quotes added on Saturday, June 20 2015

laying in bed overthinking everything is my hobby

"i can only write poetry after three shots of vodka and a white blunt that reminds me of salt and your lips, my french professor thinks i'm having an affair with her son, i keep writing stories about children with orange hands, i keep making films about lovers who always die in car crashes, my mother tells me i am mentally ill, i don't like how the purple pills make me feel, the blue ones remind me of open doors, red roses are scattered across my liver, i am bleeding out memories of your laugh, i am building museums in my chest, tell me this isn't a poem, tell me this is just random words woven together, tel me that the graffiti on your hospital wall isn't art, tell me that clocks don't read time, i am holding hell in my mouth, my palms are covered in roaches, you want meaning in everything, you want to find change in the couch cushions but you have no house, you have no home - just a body and a canvas of bones, tied together with skin and one mouth, like a bullet for a bullet, ready to destroy; ready to build."

— (via irynka)


"how fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4am missing someone. and there are millions of people sound asleep at 4am, with no idea that they're being missed."

— please come back (via loxvinglys)

The monsters under my bed are whispering to the ones under my closet. 
Okay I am a very shy, awkward person and I like this guy. Should I make the first move and talk to him or just wait til he talks to me? The thing is how would I start it? I feel like if I say anything I am going to come off as something I am not. I think I am overthinking it way more than it should be, but I can't help it. I know nothing about him.. I want to know everything about him. Everything that makes him happy, sad, laugh, feel awkward. I don't know? I just go all crazy in my head trying to describe it and I can't. I don't know what to do. I want it to stop. I want everything to stop.
i'm not a princess,
this ain't a fairytale.
i'm not the one
you'll sweep off her feet,
lead her up the stairwell.

Someday, I'll go home.
but I have no where to go,
no idea where you went.

One of these days.

Someone is going to take a knife to all of their faces,
And cut off each eye lid,

So that the they will finnally see clearly.
And be able to look at what they have done.

But unforunately,
It will only be a matter of moments,
Before their eyes dry up,
And they go blind once again.

Ask For A Specific Harvest.
Your Seed is whatever you give to God. Your Harvest is whatever God gives to you. Name the particular miracle you want from God. Give Your Seed An Assignment!

to be honest, I'd risk it all if I had a chance to see him smile again.

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