aninkdrinker
aninkdrinker
Between books and unfinished thoughts
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INTJ | she/her/they/them | lesbian | sharing my wisdom | life is a synonym for chaos with the intention to kill you eventually -An ink drinker-
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aninkdrinker · 2 years ago
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Don't fight your demons.
Learn their names.
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aninkdrinker · 2 years ago
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The silence destroys me. Tugs at the edges of the tapestry on the wall that formed over time. Stone by stone. Day by day. I don't know how long the bruise will stay until it visibly chokes me.
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aninkdrinker · 2 years ago
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My heart bleeds through my shirt.
The wound open wide.
Yet never staining the white.
Nobody can see it,
but I can feel the
infection.
Hoping for a cure,
never sure,
searching for a soul
like mine.
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aninkdrinker · 2 years ago
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Are we those who measure time, or is time what measures us? Our sins? Our soul?
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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You left, and you left with all my confidence.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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Loneliness is better than truly being left all alone. So stay, even though you are never really there. Stay and let us be lonely together. I don't want to lose someone again.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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I do not want much, except to die first.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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An actor, I try to hide my heart. At least from you. And for the first time in my life, I feel like I am failing miserably and you don't even care.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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I've loved you.
More than breathing,
More than books,
Or my inner world.
I loved you.
Why do I still?
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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To sanity.
To you.
To everything I ever loved,
And never deserved.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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How odd to see the waves, but not you.
To hear the wind alone.
To be forgotten.
To miss.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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I feel ugly.
On the inside, as well as on the outside.
But it is not hate.
I do not hate the way I behave or how I look.
I just feel as if everything I do and feel and every time I look in the mirror something does not fit.
As if I do not belong.
As if I am an intruder.
Thus, I feel ugly.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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Everything is tainted.
Everything I touch is in ruins.
Everything I make is destined to be monstrous.
I was created for abomination,
I was raised for the shadows,
I was dreaming of light.
Not the big bad wolf,
not a puppy in disguise,
just right in the middle,
of my emotional demise.
Rotten work done poorly,
Destroying itself surely,
Forgiving,
Forgetting:
Pain.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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I dreamt and forgot to live.
I lived a half-truth.
I lived inside.
I lived.
I live.
I don’t.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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When do I step out
of my decaying hideout?
When is the mirror not my only picture?
When is acid not my only signature?
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When the waves arise,
looking at an eternal sunrise,
I will be gone.
Nothing's wrong,
the world just doesn't like my song.
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Meant to be,
never see.
Lonely all along.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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To flirt with death,
to abandon life,
seeking the unknown
and forgetting the past,
seeking truth
and forgiving at last.
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aninkdrinker · 3 years ago
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How odd. Time flies, but the thoughts won't leave.
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