I keep thinking that I’m getting better,
that I don’t miss the sound of your breath
or the feeling of your shoulder blades under my fingers
or my feet on top of yours, dancing around the living room-
and then, out of nowhere
I’ll remember it’s been over a year now since you’ve been mine
and over a year of being someone else’s
and I’ll think of August and your bitter words against my tongue,
and the words I never thought I’d hear you say:
“I don’t want you” and
then I’ll picture your lips against hers and
I’ll miss you again
and I’ll wish that you were next to me, and that
we could just pretend that the past year never happened, and
that I could love you better than I ever have before and
what kind of twisted logic is that?
I want to scream at the universe, and ask it why,
God, why do I still miss you?
you’re like a cold that never goes away / a.m.t (via sweet-red-wine)
I dreamt of you again after a really really long time. You made me unafraid of the world because you assured that you would be there to protect me no matter what. You gave me concern I didn’t feel for a very long time. And everything felt so real I could barely differentiate reality from this dream. And I wish I didn’t have to wake up so I could live in this endless loop of lies. But I know it doesn’t work that way. That’s how much I miss you.
This was 2 months ago but you're on my mind again tonight. I love you both so much 💔 Rest in peace beautiful babies 🐷 Pigs are extremely intelligent animals. It's a surreal feeling forming an immediate connection with such sentient beings. Having bonded with them within the 3 minutes you have together, yet unable to save them from a completely unnecessary bloody inhumane slaughter. That agonising helpless pain you feel is beyond imaginable.
can not believe that everything’s finally starting to come together! India is in reach. I really hope to meet an Aghori during my travels to such a sacred place.
The Aghori are a very rare sect of Naga Sadhu (naked holy men) who are known for meditating on human corpses, covering themselves in ashes of the dead, eating human flesh and drinking out of human skulls. Their goal is to blur the line between the normal and taboo in order to overcome all fears and to breach the illusion of reality.
It just never ends. You think you’re happy and then suddenly you’re not. You see a future and the next moment it’s gone and you are hopeless. You think you’ve worked something out and then you find your answers are impossible. It’s exhausting. Just an endless cycle of doubting yourself and hating yourself and it never seems to stop. Like one bad dream inside another.