I wish I could feel confident in us and what we have again.
Blood bounces quite strikingly on snow not only because of the obvious color/contrast discrepancy, but the large difference in temperatures.
Another post to add to the list of “I swear I’m not a serial killer, just a writer”
I’m not even a writer and this is awesome.
I’m not even a serial killer and I love this
I’m both of these things and I find this great
(Source: tabbybeard, via femaleyoda)
Be graceful. Do not bare your soul.
The people here would eat you whole.
If they could gather up the will
They would dissolve you like a pill
In schizophrenic drool.
We whet our teeth. We bruise our eyes.
We hide our love behind silk ties.
We dream with drugs. We live and lurch.
The solace of film-reels. The church.
The earth we kiss is cruel
And you will eat your fate until
Your needle slips the spool.
I’m a hopeless romantic
constantly conjuring up scenarios in my head
never actually making them reality, instead
I let love pass me by, while I fantasize about what
loving someone would be like, until you’re gone
and I realize I had you by my side, yet all along
I was dreaming about loving someone … like you.
let me be at ease, please.
Let me be content
Let me dance freely along the pavement.
Let me dream outragous dreams
Let me pretend to be; something I can never be.
Let me be,me.
Boom Cookie ~ Chakra Dance
Created with pen and ink and a lot of patience.
show me the way to go home
caitlin rose boyle
I can people watch all day long. When someone gets boring I just look for someone else,its like watching television and changing the channel. Everyone sounds so different, looks so different. Facial features impress me.
Somedays I feel like I have no friends in the world. Most days I love that, sometimes it kills me.