(Source: welcometotheparanoia)

when the urge strikes — i don’t even realize what i’ve done -so fast —aftermath- no release, not any more,
-nothing-

8/16

Also,
“Whatever it is that you’re doing, keep doing it”

my insides laughed and screamed

"nobody can know"

what a loaded statement, which could mean absolutely nothing-unless fear feeds it,
keeping it very alive and very real-
and in turn, the same fear makes it hard for anyone to know you.


what is it to know?

sunday is for worship and mimosas

"To live and not be Thine Own,
Like Springtime is when birds are flown;
Or liberty in prison bars,
Or evening skies without the stars;
Like diamonds that are lusterless,
Or rest when there’s no weariness;
Like lovely flower that have no scent,
Or music when the sound is spent.”

-josephine delphine henderson heard

#callintheprofessionals

Coming up on eight months

Of

Nothing.

"All that fucking without art is really rather dreary"

suicideblonde:

outfit goals

suicideblonde:

outfit goals

(Source: nitratediva)

6/27

encounter endlessly entertaining
yet, i am the entertainment
you beating me, beets
red rings, ring around your finger
your finger, blushing
so fragile, the veil over your veins
pressing gathered glass between cracks, widening gaps
emptiness consumptive
in, in, in, in, in, in,

6/25

this one had a boys face
i could not look at him
only his shadow
indistinguishable
from my own

nobodies baby

"I don’t recognize you anymore"
-click-
5/30/14

private anniversaries

released annually from the heart. swallowed secrecy,
better luck next time.

May 15th

Relating everything to the moon cycle,


his shoes had holes but his socks were pure white

his voice carried me to the park,

it distracted me from the couple who walked,so slow,in that moist light
Woman Cane, Man Arm

I stood alone couple veering left night dew,
his breath on my neck,
I turned right into the muddy night

Trudging onward, no shadow
-
that is what I want to remember today.