But where else would you find me, if not in conflict; when my mind is a judge and my heart is the convict.
Casey Silence // trial
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If a woman wants to feel protected, she should get a switchblade, not a boyfriend.
Casey Silence // knife in shining armor
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I owe myself so many apologies. I count them whenever I canāt fall asleep and by the time I have confessed my crimes, I am once again down on my knees, asking for forgiveness, given how I spent yet another nightā awake in sheets.
Casey Silence // hindsight
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The worst part about being sick are the little notes left at my hospital bed, pleading for me to get well soon as if I didnāt know what I ought to do; like Iām not guilty for betraying every bit of affection ever shown to this apatheticĀ soul. Not to sound ungrateful, but I dismissed these misplaced gestures of condolence long ago, along with the hopes of getting better. But enough of me when youād rather talk about the weather and how it is subject to change, while Iām left to contemplate about the sun and its rays, and how my skinās never really felt the latter.
Casey Silence // postcards & flower bouquets
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People tend to refuse perceiving the world through a broader scope since the further we stray from our point of view, the less important individuals get as a whole; and you canāt have that in times where everybody is special and everyone needs to know. But even so, averting your eyes doesnāt mean the universe will see more in you, than itāll everā think of me.
Casey Silence // on individualism
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Over the years my spine grew more and more to resemble a vine, bending its way towards the sun, rather than an obstinate plant waiting for light to reach its leaves for months.
Casey Silence // progress, regress, repeat
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My biggest mistake was looking at others and expect to see answers when I shouldāve been asking the stranger in the mirror instead.
Casey Silence // reflection
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I took the remnants of my soul, swallowed them whole and nearly chokedā to death or at least thatās what it felt like. Though nowadays I know, whatās been really stealing away my breath were all the mines and barbed wire fences, I put up there as defenses when I was but a child, now raping my throat from the inside.
Casey Silence // traces of war
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They insist on blood always being thicker than water, but Iāve shed enough of it to have learned: to not die of haemorrhage, one must be hydrated.
Casey Silence // regenerate
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I must admit that, perhaps, I fled too much; from my thoughts, my emotions, but more importantly from myself, because tumbling down another rabbit hole seemed far more alluring than searching for its exit. But now that thereās no new misery to drown in and no heartache for me to chase, where am I headed, with no suffering left to escape into, with no one to blame but myself? Maybe now is the time to move on.
Casey Silence // leaving wonderland
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And darling, we can take our sweet time cultivating the flowergarden of our dreams, ācause there is no need to rush for as long as itās you choosing me.
Casey Silence // growing closer by the hour
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Iāve burned a few bridges, then built a home out of the charred remains and ashes.
Casey Silence // a warm welcome
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Those who lost their way, gained the freedom to tread a million new.
Casey Silence // wanderer
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I can be a gentle breeze, that sweeps you off your feet or the hurricane, tearing down these walls of yours, carrying the change you desperately seek. And maybe I'm going to be more than you have bargained for, but know that I'll be there, should you ever whisper my name to the wind.
Casey Silence // say the word and Iāll bring a storm
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With her eyes set on the moon, she turns to me and sighs, ādo you think cats ever doubt that theyāre all grey by night?ā I laugh as I remind her, why they wouldnāt even care. She says, ābut isnāt it so sad to only be aware; to only see your colours, if the sun is there?ā
Casey Silence // she can shine on her own
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You canāt understand and I cannot explain, how this sickness, running through my veins, is tied to what I am. Thereās no cure for personality and even if there were, Iād be scared itād take the best of me; for Iām nothing but my worst.
Casey Silence // the worst in me
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But whenĀ consciousness turns on itself and the mind contemplates its very own death, the only solace weāre afforded will be to collapse.
Casey Silence // the torments of self-awareness
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